A notebook bulletin board
tacked on when randomly bored
applied thoughts in a scribblebook
open for the world to look who passes by
so fast to see like a needle in a haystack we
safely stash those innermost secrets thought to be
at least you see languishing up and into pristine
blossoms for you to pick and sniff and hope
they don't make you sick.



I believe in a lot of things.

I believe a lot of things can be one thing.
I could even believe that everything was one thing.
And when balanced against this contrast,
I could believe in nothing, when I chose to.

What I'm not quite prepared to do
yet is declare your belief my air.
I believe in seperate perspectives.
I believe in valuing the picture

they complete. I believe you can lead
a friend but cannot make them eat.
I believe everyone feeds.
Only by letting go are we free.

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