Changing In Forms... (The Way Influences Work)
When the naif that whispers
deep passages of unheard words
into my ears, stop.
I am once more able
to hear my own thoughts.
How they drift.
And, begin to speak,
a collision of words.
Those that vibrate the
walls of my mind.
Recalling the confusion
of free thought. I have once
more submitted my being
and am lost. That within
my own thoughts.
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