Mind slows and watches itself ..letting the flow settle it eddies momentarily catching debris, creating miniature pools, swirling and then moving on, reaching out to snatch a lyric or a movement or thought/memory bubbling from below, straining and stretching to hold on before letting go to slowly ease into smoother flow…beginning to simply reflect these things and appreciate what there is and is not. Catching for a moment on this appreciating. And then laughing, lying on its back, feet kicking in the air, leaving no trace but occasional echoing reflections in unknowable other minds.
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