Line of Consciousness
Clay Hurtubise
art by James DeVere
With a simple pause,
A respite from ordinary,
Why is now because,
Because is arbitrary.
Thoughts go on a trip,
Tripping though my reason.
Reasons need not equip,
My mind with high treason.
Treason from myself,
Treason from expectations.
Put all that on a shelf,
Explore all new stations.
Free from that, which bound,
Grey matter now explores.
So much now unwound,
Opening all new doors.
Familiar now adjourned,
Old and never seen.
Every corner turned,
My heart emits a beam.
To think what I had thought
I bought what I was taught.
Taught life full of fraught,
Now fraught lies in vacant lot.
Another turn, another bend,
Can’t wait to see around the curve.
I look ahead, I don’t pretend,
Wandering mind must observe.
Observe all that I never saw,
Never looked, never cared.
Wandering now, all in awe,
No need ever to be scared.
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