Certain for pause in the empty space
of unknowing or lacking cognition,
so to speak, and at times it's all-
we do when our tongues speak over
our Minds.... leaving impressions
that we, perhaps have been suffering
from intellectual inertia of sorts,
or at best... a jejune mass of grey,
as that is what the egotist vents
and conveys when they practice their
solipsism........................................
FjR-MMXV
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