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Multi Verse Perverse

Multi Verse Perverse

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Published by: Thomas L. Holderfield on Jun 09, 2010
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MULTIVERSE PER VERSEI Walked home one early June day,down the shortcut path,after buying more things I needed noughtcarrying those I should've not bought,I became aware all of a suddenthat I, and my heavy sacks, may be stopped.Stopped by a passing long train before its tracks were crossed.No sooner had I thunk the thoughtthan did a train's nearing whistle play.As if the gods picked me upon which to heap their wrath.Oblivious, I ran! Along the farmer's ditch I ran!Now wet sandals first flipped then flopped,My mind was racked with wild thoughts like "Had I flossed?".Somehow I crossed the tracks, the tracksthere down the shortcut path.But just then, my goods came tumbling,came fumbling,out from broken-handled plastic sacks,(I'd forgot, again, those canvas bags).I'd been pleading to please not let my handles break.But broke they did.And so on shortcut path of squishy clay,I wondered why it always seemed,that on this path of life,this path thru sodden mud 'nconsumption, delight and strife,whatever I thought happened.Was it by fate or methat I was bossed?Was I reality or was it I?Was it I for whom the June sun beams?For I who is led to fords in streams?Or is it the other guy, the one in the mirror?The guy whose shadow he has lost.Was it I who sent the train down those tracks?On that day, at that hour?Were these thoughts I was mumblingthat which sent flying the mourning dove?For now I saw that thinking thoughts(or were the thoughts thinking me?)may be all there is to life.That my mind is all mind,that the daily grindwas all my fault.My thoughts.Mine.Is all I needst do is think things right?to think good thoughts?

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