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I often wonder/wander
about/ along this moonlit/moonlight dream/shadow
Thinking of (the) existence/ontology
Of three (3) am thoughts.
Ideas that flutter/fly
Mocking/Teasing the fine threads of coherence.
Like a butterfly
That I just cannot chase/catch.
My garden/grove of thoughts/ideas silently
being devoured.
Pollinated.
Until, finally, it is no longer my own.
Stray thorns/flowers slowly
Entangling the patch.
Until nothing makes sense anymore.
Simply because of the desire to
wake up/ stay awake.
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