Thoughts are like water

They can be deep and shallow

They can be salty and fresh


How they shape the land

A turgid wanton current 

Sweeping away its victims 


Maybe limpid still

Eternally resting still

In humanity's instinct 



A polluted stagnant pool

Where the mind withdrawals


Release the flood gates

And let them run to wander

Free and flow down lapping 

Over rocks and dirt


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