Without even thinking

Yesterday without even thinking

of limitations or excess I,

I breathed.

It was one of those I know, I know

yet a little balloon popped up

just to remind I know nothing

except when to write and when

to carry the empire of thoughts

waiting to be placed into lines

and to become more than

what I know.

Weirdness has arrived right on schedule

as ink fills yet again another blank

and heart and mind become fools

leaving normalcy in another room

to feel sorry for itself.

And there it is once more, fray

it beckons to be written

simply because of a picture

a rope frayed helplessly alone.

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