The Thought
I saw a thought escape
from a mind and take flight
in the dark of an evening
and become lost.
I called to it
but it could not hear me
and flew on deeper
and deeper into the night.
I found it in the morning,
cold, strung lifeless in a tree,
impaled upon a thorn,
a victim of duality.
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