Saturday, October 25, 2025

I thought no more*

 I thought no more*


Life settles without no chores

One finds out when one sees no doors

It is a continuance without the glue

For this sticky substance is thoughts so true

So what is one thinking what is already here

See this without using your mind and it be very clear


Dom*Colucci 2011

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