In a distance unmeasured
-
except in retrospect
and by the length
of subconscious thoughts
-
The ripples were spreading
From a pulsing portion of my brain
Fuelled by thoughts
Knowing but unchecked,
Repressed yet irreppresible,
Dissonant yet decisive,
Piercing, but not into consciousness.

Should I have been more probing?
Searched deeper into mind,
Meditated on prickling doubts,
Stopped to **** out these thoughts?
Instead, I ignored their presence
Pushed through another day
Another week and month
Till, suddenly,
My mind tripped on the undergrowth.