art, Existentialism, Philosophy, poetry

Preconceptions (A Poem)

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


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