Poem-

I think it’s fine to think about nothing.
As fine as anyone standing in any room.
And when I turn thinking on again,
it’ll be for a purpose, and won’t dry up
in a motion of protest.

-M. Taggart

Odd Walking Thoughts

We took a broken thought and turned it to gold. Why. The boy, with his head held under a towel telling. His head held by another. If one fixes another breaks. We shouldn’t be writing this, we’re looking now. Keep going. No. The towel sickens and breaths. We hold you down. Don’t you see.

-M. Taggart
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