The pen marches across the page
tracing the stream of thoughts
and stops.
It then hops
to the next content:
images, smells, sounds;
idle wanderings
of a meandering mind
before the arrival of the next
full stop.

I can’t remember my first thought
I won’t remember my last
but in spite of apparent diversity
is a strange unity:
it all happens
here
and
now.

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