Go to the Up

I didn't want to make the last post too long, but I just felt like typing away. It is almost a muscial instrument when you are calmly typing away with you eyes closed as I am now doing. There are only slight pauses when I try and figure out the next random thought to let flow from my finger tips.
Now a poem

As I sit here.

As I sit here quietly writing
spare thoughts being gathered tight.
Netted down the thoughts were flighting
captured now in black and white.

Letters forming living, breathing
beings with a life their own.
While other thoughts sit there seething
hiding in the dark alone.

Words and phrases gently floating,
somber ponders lurking deep,
prideful boasting busy gloating
from my mind the thoughts did leap.

While they dance and frolic hither
'mid the bloomings of my heart.
They live fully 'fore they wither
leave their marks before they part.

So as I gather all I find
they are countless as the sand.
Treasured dearly in my mind
as they leap out from my hand.

As each leaves its task complete
another forms to take its place.
Where word and thought are to meet
along its lines my hand does trace

Like a captured butterfly
pinned for all the world to see.
On the page my soul does lie
recorded for eternity.

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