There's a hole in the ceiling
that my thoughts can escape through
Deep into the void
they are altered and skewed
They dance and they mingle
with the inklings of others
Recruited and employed
becoming brand new
I’ve tried to cover it up
but it keeps returning
Like it’s calling my bluff
in control of my dreams
In and out of that hole
traveling through new dimensions
Strange galactic strolls
too bazaar to mention
So I put them away
Keep them locked up inside me
They only come out to play
When no one can see
But now, they’ve taken ahold
And I’m the thought passing
I’ve been successfully cloned
Never again to be seen
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Kelli Sheckler-Amsden
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Comments (5)
Where do those thoughts come from anyway? Sometimes they do feel as if freshly plucked from the air or maybe a hole in the ozone! Loved your poem, Kelli!
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A very interesting ride... And...'bazaar'?
Getting those thoughts in the page. Well done!
Great poem and there was a rhythm when I read it.