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My mind this place...
I need to go...
where my thought...
comes unhinged...
when tension arrives...
my thought pattern becomes
a barrage of the interim...
...a delicate thought singed...
I need to process...
to understand...
a mechanism
learned as a child
survival mode...
for my mind has no quick answer...
it can deliver two three days late...
through a filter...permeates...
down time is often needed...
while a decision lay in wait...
trapped inside interpretation...
some one else s damage...
unraveled...undone...
keep the faith...mystic illusion...
something good will come...
as we work our way through
challenges...and those curve balls...
...no longer discourage me...
...my mind needs time to
process...this depth this
understanding...
the explanation...the relativity...
form my foundations...
through soul thought
I entrust in me...
...survival mode
...self taught...
the mechanism of thought
is crucial to understanding me...
Copyright © Eileen R. Kelly | Year Posted 2007
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