Thoughts

and the saints think
just to realize
it doesn’t thinks at all
triggered by
common knowledge
sometimes drunk,
a distant memory,
come thoughts

Thoughts
triggered
by the voice of my lover
through the passage of the thinker
the man in the mind that
thinks that
He’s just like
the mirror

he shakes when he fears
and smiles himself in pleasure
he dances around the town
and captures himself in measure

It tells you that it’s
Somebody else
To preserve itself
Myself
Yourself
Ourselves

And the saints strive
to find the triggers
but the layers are too deep
And holding a thought
equals to
holding a breath