a ramble that won't ever stop
the madness
of an ordinary day
to day
transitions hardly noticed
many things
on the way to this point
to the part
that makes sense
out of a
ramble that might be hard
to get
moving once stopped
and left
dormant thoughts build up
need to
find their way out
through a
hole this ramble dug
to release
some pressure
a ramble
that won't ever stop
right in
the middle of one thought
onto the
next time the ramble comes
out of
nowhere nothing between
mind and
pen at that moment
the ramble
takes over this time and space
for
thoughts to take hold of something
tangible
the way the humidity makes
the air all
around feel heavy
as the
ramble rolls on...
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