Rabbit Thoughts ( circa 1985)
There are rabbits
running rampant in my head.
Borne upon their backs
are elements of consciousness
riding toward the light of awareness
in a myriad of directions.
There are rabbits running rampant in my head.
Pursued by predators
out to pluck an idea
to consume and integrate
into their own being.
There are rabbits
running rampant in my head.
Multiplying exponentially
giving birth to thoughts
in need of predation.
There are rabbits
running rampant in my head.
Will you keep their numbers
balanced?
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