Thoughtless
A million cells in tune I am
is what the wise men say
and that, each moment is
rebuilding me again.
And overall
my every thought reflects
what's here and now
at hand, all lies
within my heart and not
around the bend.
It sounds so beautiful
logical, available to me;
making sense
a path for growth
beyond the known.
But hear it not, for I
live this romance
that knows it through the soul;
and leaves the reasoning mind
despite it's urge, alone.
I'm oh, too clear, to hold
a thought in place;
fallen for
a milder pace
discovering that which
words can never say.
For, if I'm ever close
or far from it
I will not know
through use of wit;
but, feel it
once my thoughts are
kept at bay.
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