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Some say it's a sign of intelligence.
Others think my brain is warped.
I'd like to believe the first
but my mind itself thirsts
for downtime.
What about you?
Do thoughts pass
through your mind
as frequently as trains
come from and go to
Penn Station, N.Y.C.?
Day or night,
awake or asleep,
even when I'm by myself,
conversations churn
like fish being fed chum.
A chaotic turbulence
similar to opened floodgates
at the base of Hoover Dam
when Lake Mead is full,
or even when it's not.
I hear within such
passing thoughts as
"Thomas Jefferson
being a Huguenot,"
while I sleep.
Who does that?
Could thoughts we have,
actually, be conversations?
If not, what are they,
and how do we store more
each day we breathe?
Perhaps if I knew how much
access remained, I'd lease
some out for rent, or not,
for if I exceeded capacity
there be none left for us.
At least, as it stands
one or the other remains
in command, though,
I'm not sure if
it's the id or me.
Maybe that is the answer
why neither of us ever rests.
We both need to be vigilant
for if we'd snooze, we may lose
whatever is left in storage.
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