I hurl new fresh bursts of thought
into the air
it seemed a good idea to let it go
it’s rare they return so insistent
upon remaining through that sweet release
but, the mind is such an enigma
Sometimes full of rapid-fire sparks
which clench, spasm but then sorted
and sifted free the burdens we carry
for it to become spacious once more.
~*~
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