POEM: Stream of Consciousness

Consciousness can race like annoying chattering monkeys. Still, consciousness is a funny thing.

“No man ever steps in the same river twice, for it’s not the same river and he’s not the same man.” ― Heraclitus

Stream of Consciousness

I dipped my tow
In the stream of consciousness
Never the same
Again and again
Still
Like sipping
From a fire hydrant
I drop
In a vast see
The best I can manage
Eyes sculpture
As a beach in heat
Waives sandcastle promises

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