Running Out Of Thoughts

  Running Out Of Thoughts

I’m trying hard to not believe
The thoughts I have:
They can be nasty, wrong.
Paradoxically, moronic.
They are not the me I know.
(or me as far as I can see)
Out of words, out of thoughts.
This war has left me with dry noughts.
Revengeful, frightened, threatened, bland;
And, and, and, and, and… disbanded.

All I apprehend is building up and breaking up.
With underpinnings, under-linings breaking down.
However systematic and complex the time between;
A construct, hanging on time’s reading, time’s interpretation.
Momentary, therefore, nothing as forever,
Let what is albeit temporary
Be in harmony,
Lived through as unity.
(Well, at least some thought’s come back
The neuron mind not wholly slack.)
Running Out Of Thoughts 3.24.2022 War Book; Our Times, Our Culture II; The Processes: Creative, Thinking, Meditative II; Arlene Nover Corwin

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