The clock ticks far away
inaudible yet present
as each measured space
between moments collide
with emotions that split
into a trillion atoms of thought
I choose a handful to
follow and chase
tracing their lost trails
of light already disappeared
but held in memory,
this beauty of thought
glorious abundant thinking
a privilege of consciousness
a gift presented freely
to enjoy in wonder
without bodily restraint
creates my humanity
that manifests in love
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Deep, and wonderful, thinking, and writing.