Mind walks far
During the foxy postmeridian.
Hey farest goal,
Perhaps in search of you
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So wonderfully suggestive...those sessions of thought under a banana tree. There is a time for the thought-fox to slink about, hunting and being hunted. Cogitations follow their own orbit, but let us hope they regather into a powerful state of fascination.
Nice poem. Yet, do come back At the call of miraculous fascination.... is very nice.
Thanks dear Denis mair