Caressing my frontal lobe slowly probing,nudging
Whispering thoughts to the fore
Seeping slowly, thoughts-profound
Hints of genious peeking from grey matter...
-Distraction-
Scares them away
Leaving only an after-taste, a hint, wispy like
The memory of a rose's smell.
Gently retreating emotive thought carrying with it,
The insight of dreams.
John Reed Clark 8-22-94
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Friday, December 18, 2009
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