Fractals

Fractals
Incidentals,
random words,
woven into thoughts,

My quilted
mind patchwork
never-ending in thinking
that my mind has no beginning
nor an end,

Patterns,
my thought processes
lacking a light switch
turning off, turning on,

Resting an eternity even
is no guaranty

that these thoughts,
I think
didn’t exist before
today,

When, I wasn’t
thinking
them..

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