Vacuums and highlighters
Red, yellow, orange, green and blue
Five different flavors to comfort you
Push or Pull
Automatic or slow
Tiny fibers disappear
Yet despite the tidy paths you make
Debris shall escape its fate
Only to once again reappear
Reminding you
The cycle may overheat
But after some time, it typically cools
Highlighting the nodes
As you remind yourself
Of all the value alive within
Each iota you’ll likely forget
In streaks of smooth
Memories entwine around the strings you’ve sewn
In playful verse & meaningless phrase
You’ll weave a mnemonic song to save
Erasing the gaps in fabric
Long after the tread has worn
Mind and experiences are an endless vacuum, each experience highlighted by a color we deem fit, gret sentiments in this piece. At least that's what I hope it meant..haha
ReplyDeleteThanks Pat, glad you enjoyed the poem. Yeah you're view is pretty on target here. Thanks again
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