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I think –

the thought swirls in my mind –
it cavorts, stretches, extends its arms

into an argument.

It embeds itself in my brain – a vanity –

Silently a door opens
and the thought strides out –

wants to pirouette –

grandly –

in all its glory –

dressed in vanity –

all the world’s a stage!

There’s an argument over it –
is it bright eyed?
does it sing?
will it soar to the sun?

is it original… yours…mine…?

…and the thought just died.