Unvaluable

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.