A mind of almost no value
some repetitions, repeated by more
Waves and ripples backing the shore
Wondering- wonders in abandonment of itself
What does it have to offer?
Thoughts made of thoughts
But some seem to loose the grip of the intangible
Falling in the eddy
a Moment of fulfilment
a Process, unprocessed.
Halt, if I may,
but in the infinite bloom
A while,
A sense,
A burn,
A truth,
A lie, all lies.