Thinking
Cognizant of the cogs;
they oscillate, they reciprocate-
the movement of these thoughts.
Their transference caused by the tilting pendulum.
On mesh-toothed gears-
they travel.
Causing confusion- welded by fusion
to the recess of-
this simple mind.
Bent wheels spin;
signaling the conundrum- of sin;
they wind these gears again.
And the springs that are sprung-
from the path they are on-
bounce their way- full steam ahead.
You see - these thoughts that are thought,
they’re captured in the trough-
between the trapdoor - and their proper place…
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