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A Day Of Thinking or This Is The Way My Brain May Work On Any Given Day Breakfast In Bed No one in this world Makes thinner toast, Better toast, winner toast. You do not boast. How have you learned to slice This near-transparent, indisputably crunchy piece of bliss! What skill! And modest too! No one can make such toast as you. Going In To Thank Going into different segments of the brain I thank for life in any of the synapses. Is there a gratitude partition Or a separate, section - special one? An all-inclusive? I don’t always feel it – just today. It probably will go away. I hope it leaves a record. Late Afternoon Deep, deep inside I’m feeling tired of society. It’s like, what I imagine to be What they call depression. It’s connected to reality; civilization. There’s the problem - It’s not me, it’s them! I ought to put away the TV (I’ve no phone) Things electronic, dailies, monthlies, All things histrionic; The destructive, scandalous and shocking; All things not-to-be: illusory. Noel Coward wrote “World Weary” – A light, song for something serious. Perhaps that’s it! There still exist fall hues phantasmagorical: Food tastes, sweet music, friends amusing, loyal, Beauty, animals…and still I feel Despite the goodness, Deep, deep sadness at the mess. A Day Of Thinking 10.28.2016 Circling Round Reality; Arlene Corwin
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Oct 29, 2016
Oct 29, 2016 at 8:08 AM UTC
A Day Of Thinking or This Is The Way My Brain May Work On Any Given Day
A Day Of Thinking or This Is The Way My Brain May Work On Any Given Day Breakfast In Bed No one in this world Makes thinner toast, Better toast, winner toast. You do not boast. How have you learned to slice This near-transparent, indisputably crunchy piece of bliss! What skill! And modest too! No one can make such toast as you. Going In To Thank Going into different segments of the brain I thank for life in any of the synapses. Is there a gratitude partition Or a separate, section - special one? An all-inclusive? I don’t always feel it – just today. It probably will go away. I hope it leaves a record. Late Afternoon Deep, deep inside I’m feeling tired of society. It’s like, what I imagine to be What they call depression. It’s connected to reality; civilization. There’s the problem - It’s not me, it’s them! I ought to put away the TV (I’ve no phone) Things electronic, dailies, monthlies, All things histrionic; The destructive, scandalous and shocking; All things not-to-be: illusory. Noel Coward wrote “World Weary” – A light, song for something serious. Perhaps that’s it! There still exist fall hues phantasmagorical: Food tastes, sweet music, friends amusing, loyal, Beauty, animals…and still I feel Despite the goodness, Deep, deep sadness at the mess. A Day Of Thinking 10.28.2016 Circling Round Reality; Arlene Corwin
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arlene-corwin
Oct 29, 2016
Oct 29, 2016 at 8:08 AM UTC
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