Timing your thoughts to collect your sayings.
Sayings come and go, but thoughts never blow
into the slow motion of endless time. Words run thru my mind like a
thousandths land mines
each one exploding to create the memory that make the majestic explode
using to much dynamics to sooth ones soul. reconciling gets you to bow your head to a slumber sleep that leads into a chilling leap of unknown destiny.  the world is round
and cured by physiology why not make it your own?

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Robert L. Martin
over 5 years

I try hard to control my thoughts, so I can write better. Sometimes it is hard when there are so many distractions. I think that is what your poem is about. Am I right to assume that?

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