my thoughts about thoughts
thoughts fly into my head at all times of day
I capture about a tenth of them
The others disappear, never to return
Sometimes I wish I was a recorder
or a robot with an inhouse video camera
Maybe I could write more poems
or create more paintings
why are you laughing?
you think sixteen hundred and twenty-seven paintings are enough?
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