Thought's Grand Escape
A scratch of the head, groan of the throat I ponder.
Pry my thoughts open as a book sealed shut- without such luck.
Squint the eyes and surely try to catch a floating thought,
Before it makes its grand escape by slipping through the fingers.
Once gone it flees through gates of gold;
A lover’s half to never stray,
Back out of Heaven’s play.
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