Mark R Slaughter (1957)
Succumbed to Thinking
I hence meandered aimlessly,
Bereft of any thought:
My mind as barren as could be,
Through mulling o’er naught.
But while in cherished moment
As I chilled through drifting air,
An epiphany, bright and suddenly
Did render all so clear.
I stopped and stood in rigid form
And pondered on this thought ‘till dawn:
Flustered state thence settled in
As face grew taught with tensioned skin.
Then out of poor chaotic brain -
Conditioned now to die insane -
A second epiphany struck so keen…
I’d succumbed to thinking – I simply hadn’t seen!
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