A State of Unfathomable Waters
I reflect on things ~ profoundly,
solemnly, give things too great a consideration.
‘Stop thinking things to death,’ I’m told.
All those thoughts gathers like dark clustered houses,
each enveloped as a secret,
every thought a beating heart,
as if there were a hundred breasts imagining.
And the depths of my reflection
are unfathomable waters,
glimpses into ‘what ifs’ ~ a book
of worries that I know I should snap shut.
And that is the state of me.
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