Saturday, March 1, 2014

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Strange thoughts filter through the sleeping keys
As unfelt odd emotions come to play
Slipping by the tired brain to seize
Control, and put the mind out of the way.
An empty evening means an empty head
Filled (since a vacuum always is abhorred)
By things below the sense of mind instead
Unusual, unwished for, untoward.
The manic musings of a brain unselved
May seem a meaning they do not possess
As random volumes randomly unshelved
May, falling open, hint at purpose less
From them internal than from after thought
Which assigns meaning where before was nought.

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