Waters of the Mind

Waters deep and swirling round Banging on the hardest ground Reaping what the old sage sows Wanting what the cold wind blows Puttering, sputtering Wheelhouse round Listen to the crackle-y sound Grinding, Crush All this to mush And yet it is all tall and lush. Triangulate mind Spiraling down, to unwind Listening is such a …

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