Looseleaf Tree Thoughts
the thoughts shake loose from the branches of my brain stem
and whirl away on a wandering wind
to a place where peace and quiet cover over them
decomposing them into dark layers of humus and memory
the soil of my mind becomes rich and undisturbed
and a colony of worms speak in secret languages
as they spin new dreams out of my old neural networks
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