5 October, 2012
The mind itself, opened
panning, thoughts
grasping whispers of other thoughts
tucked away, between lines
of moth eared pages, books, heavy
stapled, in room, past and present, in mind
Sartre, Wild, Friedman, García
The mind itself, a treasure
a book of thousands
pages, each rich, heavy, thick
cloister embroidered, illuminated, with gems
delicately inlaid, of sparkling knowledge
The mind itself, processing
thoughts, unclassified, film fragments, dialectic
scenes, from this and other worlds
in fast mode, photocopying
adding to the the world around
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