The hand does not exactly write
all that runs through the poor mind…
it is selective, partial and clever enough to leave away …
words hanging in the doubt of whether or not they might turn into vapor…
leave way and decide what would or should become of them…
while giving life to only a few of them…
to a very handful…
How ironic to say handful, instead of mindful…
Sigh!
the words that do come to life are further manipulated,
twisted and made to lose their value…
in Maya’s groundedness from which no word has salvation…extract from the book Reckless Perceptions.
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