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Maybe

Maybe

From my own mouth
The words fall out
But no clank clunk sigh this time
In order, magnetised to sense and reason
This is unusual for me
But an imposter I will welcome to stay indefinitely.

There is no overlapping dialogue
No 'how are you doing, what are you up to?'
It's a natural spontaneous Q and A
One that takes me beyond previously explored territories.

Normally my journey involves catching my train...
Then realising I should be still waiting at the platform
Waiting for my train of thought, my ghost train of thought.

Through all the sciences and realities
This is not 'Did you watch the match last night? 'Isn't it cold for this time of the year?'
The lights are on and there is somebody home.

Have I swallowed a fly with thesaurus DNA?
Have I joined the dots for my drawing of clarity?
The past, the present and the future
Discussed in all of twenty minutes
Maybe it's the yoga that has turned me into Yoda.

V Topp

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