Soft Surrender

Sometimes,

it’s all

at high speed,

this mind of mine,

out there,

ahead of me,

with racing mouth,

I try and catch up

to sentences,

fully formed.

 

In my pursuit,

of tempered thoughts,

it’s the tail ends,

I bag.

 

If I can wait,

 in soft surrender,

open and clear, 

the path,

revealed.

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