Verbal Storm

Thought

Our thoughts are like the weather. From out of the blue
They are born of a nothingness wanting to be
In connection with other thoughts. They coalesce
Out of need for expression. Life isn’t a guess
When they’re free of distortion and mental debris.
When they are well constructed magic one can do.

Thoughts need words to communicate much of the time.
Many ways to convey thoughts are at our avail
That are strictly nonverbal. Much art is this way.
So sublime a dichotomy can’t but portray
Possibilities boundless and rich in detail.
To get our points across is the thing that is prime.

In the space that is parallel to what we think
Is a vortex syllabic and vast beyond sight.
People learn how to speak well, but what does it mean
When words yield much confusion and actions obscene?
Words proceed from our thinking, and knowing it’s right
May be what keeps one balanced and well in the pink.

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