inner murmurings that surface
as broken-sentence mutterings
could have been burps of the brain
dialogues done in emotional subterfuge
the left over swirls yet still spinning
even though the issue-spoon
has long past dynamically and dramatically departed
if there are these tea leaves still settling
at the bottom of all of this attention
they are not yet readable
in the hunt for the energetic truth
as the soul search survivor so wants
maybe this is just a constant stir
and I lack the skills
to read through the ever-spin
it seems life is full of these messages
but I have only honed surface skills
for reading the inner prominence
of the drivers of my actions
and the feel for one’s undisclosed intent
in doing so . . .
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