Unminded

Though thoughts seem so light
and peer to weigh so little,
still they bear upon my crown,
and so I write them down,
so's to forget them once
or even twice again.

I write my mind upon the page
that I might soon forget it,
and fold my tender cortex
in strange stark dialects,
distilling out their senses
from once sundered
and surrendered tenses.

What little meanings press upon
my lobes and once grey matters,
they settle on my head with force
that leaves my heart in tatters.

I'd rather be bereft of wit and deemed a twit 
than suffer it all from loss of laughter.

So then, I can 
look to see where 
it all has gone 
down upon the page,
no further fear of loss 
from becalmed body-mind,
when all I see 
is still shined 
upon me.

Well it's a start to impart
some forgotten art to my brain,
head fallen down to heart,
and be un-minded once again.

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Nik Boyd, Oct. 2008