Deep Thought
Mind in the fetal position contemplating
Rosicrucian Cosmo Conception-Theory
seen on the back of a crackerjacks box
with no prize inside.
all they offered was to arrange
a meeting of the minds
so i went,
and you stayed back with Thomas.
So there i stood, lying down,
asleep, counting sheep,
that were wide awake.
Belly buttons of giants
full of lint-
traps snaring, finger prods
along the shores of the mind.
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