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 bore
Willingness and more to pour
Round & round the wheel must pound,
Reverberate along the ground
Vibrations ring among the mines
Whistling within the pines.

Manifest, this truly Be?
Manifest, this must be Me.

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