Multitudes stand in my mind*

Behind the eyes,
                where multitudes abide,
a mind decides to obey strange instructions:

bloom like fruit & fall,
one by one;

return to the earth to become new life
while others, for reasons unknown,
decay slowly
& grow into nothing but waste.

Swarms of contradictory thoughts
grow thorns:

will beauty persist
when feelings no longer exist?

If I claim you've misunderstood me
would you know what I mean?

& why write a poem

                    no one will read?

*Credo – Robinson Jeffers

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