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The Mind Works
The mind works in wonderful ways,
On those days when you stumble
The outer fringes of the profound
Power, always struck with humble
Awe at all of the possibilities,
Yet some doubt about what one
Has seen, the unknown blues, the
Greens, the woman dancing doing
Dishes, a meditating bearded man
Floating in his wishes, the hints
Of things to come, coincidence
You sometimes wonder, like
The lights that flicker when
You wander under.
Stephen Nesbitt ©
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