The words and thoughts constantly flow, a constant current behind my eyes. I think in writing these down there's the risk of taking myself too seriously. Too much weight for so few words. Maybe that is what appeals?
clearly
thoughts drift slowly up
words as clear as desert water
opening the sky
"...They cannot scare me with their empty spaces
Between stars--on stars where no human race is.
I have it in me so much nearer home
To scare myself with my own desert places...."
Robert Frost
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