on the edge of my consciousness
before dissipating into the air,
leaving me wishing I had spent
more time inside their awareness...
ideas rise up from below and
walk along the lines of sight that
my receptors recognize as friendly
before being destroyed by those parts
of the subconscious that do not allow
the formation of innocent feelings;
countless interactions flow in
random directions inside the mind
like strings... directing and often
redirecting the energies of
understanding... forming new
mental dimensions inside the old
ones of one's imagination to hide
and grow into something seen as
intellectually reasonable...
retrieved for reconsideration;
introspection sits on the side of
the road waiting to be picked-up
like a prostitute and participate
in the unexpected journey of
acceptance that leads so many
down death paths of previous selfs...
remembering... we donate our
thoughts and memories to all those
previous souls who made the journey
and failed to find and restore all
our of inconclusive enlightenment.
29 September 2021
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