Paths of Mind

Smokestacks

silentlywalking

downdimlylit

hallwaysofthe

mindsearchingfor

answerstheywill

notfind.Ifonly

therewasalamp

amatchacandle

damnitsomething

toshowthem

thatthehallway

isaplaneand

theirstraightpath

isameanderingcurve

unobstructedonboth

sidesintheopen

roomofthenight

         Then

                      perhaps

they                                   too

                 could            be

    free,

                   as

  the birds                        that

                  sail

                                  far

above                                  the                  clouded

                    night sky!

 

The End

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