The breath is drawn for nighttime
The curtain closed for morn
The eye first left and then right
As the costume guise is shorn

Like a flame, Thought licks the fibers of Idea
Burning and changing Knowledge and Understanding
into their new forms.
Sputtering and spitting
pop pop POP
the essential gasses and toxins leach into other areas of Consciousness
as the warm, musky smell of smoke clings to a winter coat.
Thought changes at once not only its current vision,
but that of those surrounding it as well.

Hey everyone! Quick update--I started a new blog--simplificationinitiative.blogspot.com. The new one is just going to be the random thoughts that I have in my head, whenever they happen to pop in. The less "refined and eloquent" (or so I'd like to think some things are) thoughts...just me thinking as me. I hope you all check it out and follow it! New postings soon to come!!!