Thursday, September 22, 2011


Free from Affectation

His mind is flexible -
it bends and
is bent by thought and theory;
just as each natural breath
opens and fills
the chest cavity to full capacity
without intention or force,
he doesn't reach to grasp -
he floats on the tacit and
on musings, on math,
on pictures, on paint,
on literature, on science,
on fact and fiction,
lithely and blithely
moving through each and all,
transported with lightspeed
across galaxies of knowing -
the stars appear to move slowly
past him -
ideas don't have to be novel
to entertain.

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