and the vision tunneled
much like how it does at night
eyes closed, mind open
-M. Taggart
and the vision tunneled
much like how it does at night
eyes closed, mind open
-M. Taggart
It’s amazing-
that we can ignore
our higher-self
-M. Taggart
The other side of my thought
was better than me
and I’m fine with that
-M. Taggart
Does individual thought-
never shared
Matter more
than thoughts shared
on AI such as FB, Insta, Twitter,
etc
I guess we’ll find out
-M. Taggart
On the other side of thought
sits where it came from
And in the middle-
are white picket fences
rows and rows of them
One thought
escaped
and then there were woods
and woods
and woods
-M. Taggart
What if we’re on replay
-M. Taggart
Sometimes you can reach for a thought-
much like finding yourself
-M. Taggart
My treehouse with a thumb
talks with an image less than itself.
It mesmerizes mischief with Mayhem,
like a tree watching its own growth
on a ledge. Waterfall below. Thoughts
in between. Taking longer than expected,
the zipper of life made for a humble tremble.
-M. Taggart
And old thought can try
to twist and bend itself
into a new thought.
Sometimes it works,
but mostly it sticks out.
-M. Taggart
I wonder if a bird
cares about the loss of a tree.
-M. Taggart