The patterns of the world wash in

Across the sands of mind

And ripple through the thoughts which drift

And scatter unaligned

‘Til gently rocking back and forth

Their edges catch and bind.


They bind and mat in patterns that

Echo those outside

To map the weavings of the world

That glisten, slip and slide

And change in forms extremely strange

Which shatter and collide.


We construct ourselves upon

These waves of sight and sound

Collecting from these drifting thoughts

An entity that’s bound

To shifting inside structures

And whatever runs aground.



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