the thought
isn't still
it moves as
it will
it goes on
and on
it doesn't
stop
it doesn't
use grammar
***** the
grammar
the thought
is its own
its expression
is shown
how ever
it feels.
it's nice to
think you
have somewhere
to go
but the
truth is that
you don't know
if it's all
real, or
just or  for show.
their hearts
are always drifting
on low,
but if it
goes fast
then it
goes slow.
what it the parallel
where is
the why
how can a screaming voice
climb but
so high?
let's watch
the battle between the
pernicious
and shy
the thought
will visit
all dressed
in red.
stripping the black
and the blood
from your dread
if you are
the king who
fights in your stead?
where is your iron,
where is your lead?
has it been melted in
some internal fire,
is it burnt
up without
hope,
hope in those spires,
the thought
has run
its course and now
can move
away
   with a
   pitter
       patter
   pitter
       patter
             sing.