Paul Celano · Jun 23, 2010
Think

Sit in the saturated twilight
Wind down the taxed eyes
Take one rooted breath
Open the extensive world in the mind

Pale emotions locked by weakness
Only the key of virtue can open
To discharge the stout sting on the spine
Filled with warm crimson candy

Vibrant green embers release
Around the staggering brain
Like nimble mating fireflies
Lighting the brittle inner land

Feather floating thoughts
Powered by an emotion’s spirit
Each a memory; choice or inferior
Brought out again by keen thinking

Sometimes in an imprudent world
It is tough to get to a state of relax
Which clutters the memory of mind
Until that deep respiration is contained

©2010 Paul Celano
"I really do think too much"
 
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