Some of my deepest thinking
is done at night,
where I fall,
to the resources of my mind,
thinking things
over,
through,
think, think, think,
that's all I do.
I plan
but I don't act,
I act on impulse,
when needed,
otherwise I think,
and I plan,
in silence.
No noise but the sound of
marker on paper,
a dim dream,
I can't quite remember,
so I think.