Flames Liquid Napalm Thoughts Poem by Terence George Craddock

mind comparing sequencing through thoughts
with speed elegance know aflame creativity
cannot quite keep up with itself as thoughts
spark flee in multiple diverse swift directions

which mind treads to follow which thin threads
to discard when smoulder fermentation flames
into burning combustion liquid napalm thoughts
ash drifts like metal strings on a steal guitar mind

plucks at thoughts
string picks notes
plucks strung thoughts

turns sequence thoughts
over dropping discarding
expanding fervent ideas