wind swirls
and clouds spin
the head around sideways
like hallways
knocked me over
heads sounds
from an open window
barely able to identify
the direction followed
brought about in a dream
original thought
first seen by the mind
exposed again
in unconsciousness
surfacing now no bang
big enough to shake me
into existence
have to move
the pen points to the self
where piles and piles
of ideas shoveled into
the thought furnace
vaporized in seconds
entire room filled
inspiration inhale
exhale words on the page
simple writing meditation...
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