I think about thoughts sometimes:
how we get them and how they leave us.

Mostly dependent upon our emotions and surroundings
our thoughts move in and out of our minds –
sometimes controllable and sometimes not.
I thought I’d write to you briefly about my
thoughts about thoughts
and thought how you might receive my thinking
without blinking.

I think you’ll think less of me
and you’ll forget me soon enough
if I continue writing stuff about
stuff I know so little about.

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