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Severed Thoughts

I have stumbled across a new passion: writing. It is proving to be insightful and rewarding.



Thoughts seize my sleeve until I toss them to the wind.
Do you see them, recognize them? They’re all true.
They’re usually passive thoughts that hide amongst the clouds.
Sometimes they get erotic and wild as I cower ‘neath their conceived thunder and lightening. Love for ourselves is​ to be experienced not just perceived.

Reason is rare.
Change centers on purpose.
Purpose is relative.
Forever is a fable.
In between these words I sense you.

You are always admired, always true.
Your soul is sincere your space diverse.
The stars and comets whisper your name.
Eternity slows down as the wind surrenders into the moment.
Could the universe offer any less?

Ponder what is possible.
Relativity is the composition of the definition.
The asserted solution is found in the lost dimension.
Turn away the cold and damp and join me in the warmth of my thoughts.
The vision of which is frozen in chance, caught in a silent sliver of light.

© 2021 Laurie S Novak

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