Heartsoles

May the mind avoid
becoming a creature
for the thought of thought
as an is and an ought
terrifies the mind and
the rest of the body.

Ego and the sword.
Squalls and their gourds.
Words and their noodles.
Rice and the fellow
in the backseat of the cab
on his phone
so loud that the sidewalkers
have a thing or two to say.

It's a peopled place, the sentence.
And paragraphs are inhuman.
Shortness, baldness, and the
pattern of haleness.
Lists.
Keep on walking
and the aortas
must keep on talking.

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