This poem is about slowing down that racing mind and mining that quiet repose and relaxed contemplation.
My Mine Racing
Oh my
My
My mine
Raced
From that first
Slap
On the bottom
Lyin’
Welcome too
A whirled
Up side
Down
From mourn till dusk
From dusk till mourn
My only break
My heart
A tact
Still
Beating
Me
As mine
A rest
For those grasping
Paws
Fining the subconscious
Is knot what I think
As just
Quite the mine
And repose
That con template
Awe that I
Had
Urned
