As I sit by this stream of endless thoughts, passing by as I am taught to listen as they are brought to me then fade away for nougat, these waterfalls of thoughts.

O how I love to be in this Place, were words fall from hidden place,
barely keep pace with thoughts,

Mysterious mystical yet creative waves, pushing through my thoughts and vanes, as I ride the rapids raging waves, as they spill out across the faceless page, these waterfalls of thoughts.

Where words Collide with worlds divided it's wisdom's pearls that stir my observant soul to row up this stream.

And I am the only audience to write down these true fluid events, as stream of consciousness rush pass as fast as fast can comprehend,
knowing if I don't catch these waves of words and thoughts then non of them be heard nor taught, these waterfalls of thoughts,


As I sit by this stream of endless thoughts, passing by as I am taught to listen as they are brought to me then fade away for nougat,

These waterfalls of thoughts.

Paul Cutting

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