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A lake, dark and spreading To the walls of the cave, where the shadows are In the unlit darkness until dankness ranks An uncandle,...

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[This is a poem about a running string.] [This is a comment explaining that the above comment is explaining the poem] What is the running string and what are its ties? Stretching both forward and backward Farther in any direction than anyone can see The running string, just a little bit slack Fuzzy but unfrayed, a trailing braid, Connecting the unknown to the unseen. To pluck, to twitch, to twang the running string Is to tug on the ties of infinite past and infinite future. I

A squirrel, a whirl, folded paper twirling Silent across the blackness through the chill air Flying, Flying, Flying Past the crystal sparkles of piercing stars Over trees, over mountains, over moons A new satellite like lightning draws ineffable souls to itself. Upward, up word, open but weird, Folded weird, flying twirling, chilling, willing, Into the sky.

How much misery do we create in the world By overthinking the wrong things And underthinking the right ones. As I type this, I note that the spell-check function In the text editor Recognizes "overthinking" as a word, but not "underthinking". So confident are we that the problem is always thinking too much And never not thinking enough. I have a thinking feeling about this. How about overfeeling and underfeeling? It looks like those both earn a "not-a-word" flag. So the comp

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