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!



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