I'm bleeding my juicy preach.
I cut myself thinking
and now pooling in thoughts.
meaningful is such a crime of the mind.
not so much by content
but surely by method.
thought has so much self-relevancy,
as if a one-way conversation going forward.
reality seems like a staged puppet show.
where thought writes all the lines
and feel has limited stage presence.
what if all of behavior,
for one day,
was based on feel, no talk?
just actions based on feel,
that might stop the bleeding . . .
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