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This poem comes from Autumn Leaves:


Thoughts locked in transparent time warp

Struggle and search for an outlet.

Agonizing effort to render expression,

Lapse into gnawing, frustrated silence.


Moments earlier, a single thought

Crystallizes into unfragmented clarity,

Sinks back into an abyss of grey matter,

Suffocated by wandering mind clutter.


Multicolored patterns ebb and flow,

Aimlessly, without purpose or reason,

Fluttering a boat on silent wings

Into a gulf stream of infinity.


Because it’s gone, it’s lost,

Never again to be recalled

Or formed into the uttered word,

But, did it ever really matter?

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