Thoughts are thought to be thoughtful in that they are not
Of definitive substance that one can behold.
Ethereal is their essence. They hide in the brain
Where no others may reach them then dare to complain
That way too many thoughts are thought and it gets old.
They are fluff like the feathers. That’s what we are taught.
Thoughts are much more than nothingness trapped like a school
In a translucent medium waxing adrift.
Often harder than metal, they can pierce the flesh.
They can also create subtle traps that enmesh
One’s good life into chaos in manner most swift.
They can lift one to sainthood or make one the fool.
All our thoughts are magnetic, induced in the nerves
As the movement of thought fragments by electrons
Causes energy thought waves to radiate from
That source which has created them. Now they’ve become
Airborne soldiers of fortune with hard erections
To provide all the real things the thinker deserves.