Stretched into infinity

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The mind climbs itself

Like a hand

Finding a hold in the wall

Of a rocky path

Once went by others

Unseen

The mind finds itself

Like an afternoon

When half the day

Has gone before one’s eyes

Left to wonder

About the morning

The mind minds itself

Like a petal of a flower

That grows from bud

And back to soil

Only to be forgotten

By itself

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