Within The Confines Of My Mind
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Within in the confines of my mind,
I find that in time, the lines do rhyme
Lyrical, cylindrical movements in the sky,
Seem to fall down around I.
And as rhyme turns to prose,
I do not know how far it will go,
Paper to pen as pen to paper,
Writing lines you will listen to later,
This is spoken word.
Words, images, and sounds swirl together in our minds; add a sensation, inhale an aroma, and quietly attend to what you have inside. Always collecting, forever forgetting, sometimes creating. Are you listening to the thoughtful words?