Aug 312011

The wandering mind that wanders far and late
And wanders where from causal clouds the lightning breaks
And rivers thunder from blank riven air
Unhouseled by light. The mind is there.

Deep and deeplier, into the most low lightless grotto
The mind pursues its darkness unaware
Of how it does increase the dark it brings and bares
Where still the shark sleeps. The mind is there.

Out beyond this room, beyond the moon, beyond, beyond,
Behind the seeping dark that inhearses every darting star,
Beyond pale planets, back beyond where shooken concepts jar
And Time is dead. The mind is there.

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