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A Twix in Thought
When things stir inside
A twix in thought that twist in me
A spell divided by the power of three
Woe for the first that plagues me so, Woe not the second for it calls me forth and the third yet unknown will yet draw my curse, so I shall take all three and hold them close
Mind mind flickers with too many paths, some are up, some are down and some has no vision on where they stand, wanting to many outcomes, too many notions to present, this sea of entropy will toss me about if I let it
Behold!
I am the master of my mind and I revel in the chaos of possibilities, says the mighty at my core
Denied!
Only a fool blindly navigates the turmoil of indecision, wake up and grab the rope!
But a rope needs an anchor, a single point of focus, one which ties you down, makes you blind to all other routes, something in-between must be found, a compromise of wonder and stability
The Flow
I must find the Flow
The Flow of creation, it pours through all thought, a current twisting things of old into yet unknown new, from the Source to me then forward into reality, can I control it?
