Thursday, May 21, 2009

Nothing Mind

There's nothing wrong
With my mind
Unwinding in time
Its chatter unending

Make it stop
Who's voice is that?
If I freeze to listen
The tone is flat

Put me in now
It's not up to me
Between each breath
The presence can't flee

A practice too true
A second so fine
The clock's toll Aching
Etched in time

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