Mind Full, Less Mind
I walk across myself,
In daily grace,
Lacking that which legs embrace.
I bounce.
And trounce,
And pounce upon,
My mind as if, as if,
I’ve been pronounced.
Aching for a feeling felt,
By those before me freed,
By shadows shaking in cerebral leaves,
Melting nature, neither knelt nor creed.
Undulating evanescence of feeling for a now,
Halt your breath or lack thereof,
For you I’ll heed a bow.
Seeking sorrow I wish for not,
Though thoughts seek for your brush,
Sucking me into the rush,
Of mindlessness I’ve fought.
Always fleeing the fear of me;
The one that has no locus,
Ricocheting nervous flux,
Into a constant lack of focus.
Rhyme, no,
Not time,
Nor dime,
Hidden in a pig,
Whose aching effort of swollen holes,
Is but a brief and shameful gig.
Despite the lack of spoken spree,
Or glee within a trance,
A chance to free the me in thee,
Has saved me in your glance.
Hopeless, a joke of hocus pocus,
Abra go grab the macabre who woke us,
For without wishes I’ve only you,
Which make me less than two.
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