The wish of a mind that reverts to its infancy
Déjà vu of a tabula rasa
A dream of a dream of a dream
What a nightmare mere dreaming can be!
Can’t you imagine the caste of a thought?
A memory waiting in a breadline
While another takes its place at the front of the queue?
Do not distrust a thought just because it is filthy
Bedecked head to foot in mire
Who thinks without thinking
Of the reason why we always revert
To yesterday’s fears and preconceptions?
I think that a thought has the right to be free