#inattention
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_There is place in my mind
Where my thoughts can wander freely,
Once they stop inspecting themselves
So very very __CLOSELY__;
A place where they can dance
Naked around the living room,
Unencumbered by attention
To detail, to the opposite of detail,
To the opposite of the opposite of detail._
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_The tricky part is that to find this place
I must get lost looking for it;
Only ever realising that I was there
Once I am no longer where
...Intention meets in-attention..._
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Dec 6, 2020
Dec 6, 2020 at 3:10 PM UTC
My hands do things I’m not aware of
They hide my keys
In the pockets
Of freshly laundered pants
Behind
Under
Inside many
Many
Pieces of furniture
Dangling from my bicycle lock
(For 3 hours)
Hanging from the front door lock
(All day long)
By a flower growing
In the crack
Of a sidewalk
That I had knelt down
To examine
In the fridge
Yeah
I know
My hands lock my keys up
In the backyard shed
In the trunk of a car
In a car’s ignition
With the motor running
No joke
And of course
Inside my house
While I am
Outside my house
One day my hands
Unbeknownst to me
Will lock all of the doors
And throw all of the keys
Away
May 1, 2020
May 1, 2020 at 11:39 AM UTC
Why do you scurry along life's unlit byways
Your head bowed, fists jammed in your pockets?
To avert calamity? To guarantee success?
Did you miss the turn-off?
In your busyness and inattention
Did you forget to read the signposts?
Lift your eyes from the ground
Slow your pace and stretch the kink from your neck
Do you know where you are?
Unfurl your empty grasp and consult your inner compass
You will find a map etched on the inside of your heart
Do you see the way ahead?
Yes, I thought so.
Jan 19, 2019
Jan 19, 2019 at 11:21 PM UTC