Magic.
Non physical.
Consciousness.
Magically,
thoughts
float in
thoughts
float out.
Where?
What?
How?
Confusion
of
reality.
Mind.
Matter.
Magic.
Beyond.
Beyond
the grasp
of mere
mortals.
Originating
form a
different place.
A different
realm.
Eddies
and
currents
streaming,
bubbling,
absorbing.
Through
the mind
like little
fish in
a stream.
Stream of
consciousness,
meandering,
penetrating.
Coming from
and crossing
back again.
Merely conduits
be we.
Machines
spurned
to action
by little
magic fish.
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Author:
John Prophet (Pseudonym) (
Offline) - Published: February 14th, 2021 21:06
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Comments2
'Stream of
consciousness,
meandering,
penetrating.
Coming from
and crossing
back again.
Merely conduits
be we.'
another insightful write dear Poet, a journey within a read - as ever
Thank you kindly LBM
Magic fish in the stream of consciousness, wow word play and fascinating muse you have here, i appreciate its philosophical depths. Kudos.
Plz do read and comment my newest poem too.
Thank you kindly for reading my work
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