Experience Of Feeling Thoughts
I’m so lonely, the crocodile said,
last night I read instead of going
to bed, this morning I can only
search for inconclusive
meanings in meditative contemplation;
not in surface conversations, I don’t
want to know How Are You?
rather tell me how you FEEL
to break the stream of morbid thoughts
on existential isolation on a day in
which a haunting melody seems
more real than cold, unsmiling
faces, words as symbols can’t
convey the tactile feel of textures,
nor describe the experience of
feeling thoughts...
poem by Margaret Alice
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