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Oct 2016
I wonder,
Of my place
Of my time.

I wonder,
Of my thoughts
Of my mind.

I ponder,
Thought of thought
Breadths and depths.
How shallow, or deep
They can tend to get.

For there's no perception,
Beyond my own.
You know not all,
Nor where we home.

It stands alone,
With me out there.
I follow it's word
Without me where
It's humming and pounding
and stillness in shouting
phases the best;
Worse, deaf to the hounding.

Inside my skull
I, mistified,
through blood 'n' bone,
See no mind,
T'which I can name a name
And stake a claim to be
Anything less,
Than Mystery.
Written by
JjJ98
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