This
space in the mind, vacant of thought,
often
inconspicuous,
amidst
thinking's eye-catching blaze.
Seemingly
inaccessible.
Confirmed
only by focuses
that
wandered off.
No
voice of its own, no apparent interests,
vulnerable
to hearsay, gossip's about
in
conversations out of frame,
no
songs just bursts of lyrical segments,
broken
free.
Melody
driven towards blurted speech
by
nameless feelings' search for airtime.
Impenetrable
to logic's siege
yet
animals respond.
Fooled
by these one-sided conversations
that
wander through the sanest of friends.
Maybe
we all embrace this empty-fest
in a
timeless way,
signified
by a collision
of
utterings with slow grins
and faces fuming into distant stares . . .
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