Dancing Mind
That mind dances.
Interestingly so, it corrects and recorrects itself,
with no warning or repercussions.
Moving in an absolutely fluid,
rhythmless sort of rhythm.
Its contents,
however dark they may seem to be,
they still manage to grasp the smallest splatter
of good. Of sun and sweet,
and fresh mowed grass.
Of smiling faces
and the most innocent child.
Of linen hanging on a line to dry in a soft breeze,
and of laughter in the very soul.
Even a simple splatter of good
can cancel out years worth of dark.
Interestingly so, it corrects and recorrects itself,
with no warning or repercussions.
Moving in an absolutely fluid,
rhythmless sort of rhythm.
Its contents,
however dark they may seem to be,
they still manage to grasp the smallest splatter
of good. Of sun and sweet,
and fresh mowed grass.
Of smiling faces
and the most innocent child.
Of linen hanging on a line to dry in a soft breeze,
and of laughter in the very soul.
Even a simple splatter of good
can cancel out years worth of dark.
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