“The more you reason the less you create.”
— Raymond Chandler
I am sitting down so I will not stand to reason. If not unhinged, I have the hinges on my mind reversed so that it opens outward to let the tired thoughts out. Soon I may be empty and yet I still feel stuffed. Inner residue of lost dreams parade as they head towards the exit. Some are louder than others but then there are always those last few guests that stay just a little too long at any party. At least one or two have helped carry out the empties and swept up a bit tho the lights are still on and the DJ is still putting away his equipment. Once all is silent something new may grow from the emptiness. Perhaps a poem or image will work its way through. Tomorrow I shall be open again to new thoughts but tonight’s endeavours are at an end. Farewell coherence, you don’t have to go home but you can’t stay here.
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