
At times
Our empty minds
Fill with threads
Of thoughts, so rare,
So brief,
We hardly bear witness.
At times
Our thoughts speak
Loudly, hypnotic,
Sometimes erotic
Without grace
But we do notice.
And at times
We receive
An endless feed
Of claims, and chatter,
And we must root out reason
To begin to even think.

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