The conversation...
I'm lost in the haze
of thoughts without edge -
that circle in mist
in the maze of your head...
Sometimes - in a moment -
your thoughts come out nice -
but lose their small sharpness
in the midst of a sneeze...
I try hard to gather -
collate and connect -
but then in an instant
they change - branch - and turn...
I smile in the merging -
the mixture - the mess -
so fractured - so futile -
and leave it to rest...
Joy Weare,
9th May, 2010.
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