Diluted Page

The chambers where I dwell are full.

Wait!   A timed fuse clicks within--

flash fires-- shorted circuits,

blazing conflagrations of gray matter.

Affirmations and platitudes race in.

No absolution to sooth raging thoughts.

Don't think! Don't think it!

Don't repeat the past- not again!

I am a mature thinking being.

I forgive, and I am forgiven.

Truth and love fill my heart.

The radical gray matter was expelled

and trickled diluted onto this page.

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