there are valences to mind-styles
in usage passing.
the gait of conclusions in kept-ness is amassing.
there is supposed linkage
of crossing from one thought to the next.
what is it that opts out of nowhere
to be the next thought in line?
and from where within
does that attraction come forth?
is it as if consciousness is a drinking fountain
and next thoughts are there
to be slurped, swallowed and slobber?
can you explain how the say is the surface
of that which belies the mountain of unsaidness?
and what is the work
of the cutting edge of uncertainty
with the passing on of every thought?
seriously what is the length
that you can have as a thought?
and what is the medium
of its sustainment?
who of oneself is considered
to be the self in audience?
what happens then
when meaningful arrives?
where does this ever procession of thoughts
to privately come from?
and who within
is the master of that pace?
and why can't I ask these questions?
what sin of irreverence do they commit? . . .
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