Sometimes we just have to rely on the moment
When we find something, we scribble it down
And then sometime later
Come back to it,
And try to figure it out
---Me
in the midst of great changes
the poems go beyond the momentary eye
far deeper than any single sensation
broader than a lonely thought
before there is truth there is conscience
and before consciousness is poetry
of humble thoughts baked
in the deep heat of anxiety
(C) 2010 Mark Brown
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