Wonder,
Gazing upon
A tree of Green
And brown
And maroon.
Thoughts swim in and out of
My consciousness
Like salmon
Spawning
Flopping
Writhing
In ecstasy.
Why Can�t I turn my mind off
Like a television set
Or a watch
Or an air-conditioner.
My brain ticks
Tocks
Ticks
Tocks
And as it does this my
Thoughts scramble
Like a
Villain
On a high rise
Looking into his future.
Thus my mind
Twists and meshes
What was at one
Time, at the birth
Of thought
Pure
Infinite
Whole.
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