Circadian rhythm knocked askew,
4a.m. becomes the new
Time to rhyme
And coffee time.
What’s really going on?
It’s either that, or awake till then,
Scribbling frantically, pad and pen,
Drinking tea,
Good company.
What’s really going on?
I’m thinking, maybe, WordPress here
Has cranked my thinking up a gear.
Lots of stimulation and
Discussion.
Is that what’s going on?
Not complaining, no not me.
I’m finding this incredibly freeing,
Liberating, contemplating, speculating, meditating, considering, deliberating,
Pondering the thoughts of others.
I think that’s what’s going on.
Spirit welcoming all thoughts,
Voices heard from all world spots,
Sharing out across the globe,
Like disco lights and flashing strobe,
Sporadic blinking, constant thinking, distant eyes unseen though twinkling,
Showing me a touch of soul, communicating from the whole
World point view with nothing amiss,
I blow to you ae fond kiss.
Yup, that’s what’s going on.
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