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the twist of a thought,
the pondering of a word
can lead to utter chaos

the little thought
rests comfortably
in the same old corner
it has been sitting
for years…
you pass by,
absently nudge its foot
and it wakes –
stretches and grows,
starts opening doors
that lead
to twisted corridors…
and all of a sudden
you do not know
which way to go.

but to
just let it sleep
would be cowardice –
your subconscious
sees to it
that it wakes
at the right time –
even if
you are taken
off guard…
and thrown
the unknown,
head over heels.