Intangible Waters

February 2, 2017

So many things
I cannot touch
They swim around
Inside me they
Come and go

Stored in secret facilities
Even I don’t have the key
Only unlocked by
Certain thoughts
Then a torrent of
New ideas will
Rise like water
And then drain away

I pull out my net
And try to capture
What I can
My catch into ink
Onto paper

If only I could
Understand everything
That goes on
Up there

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