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Haunt Of Thought

The haunt of reality
Leaves me broken
Upon the stirrings
From deep within the me,
And the fear of the drowning from
A potentially conscious thought,
Which is always coming,
Riding upon the waves
Of a waking,
Emergent,
Subconscious.

The haunt of reality
Leaves me broken
Upon the stirrings
From deep within the me,
And the fear of the drowning from
A potentially conscious thought,
Which is always coming,
Riding upon the waves
Of a waking,
Emergent,
Subconscious.

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By Jeffrey L. H. Naylor

Retired Professor of Literary Criticism/Philosophy/History. Retired USAR Lieutenant Colonel. Father of six.

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