Infusion

poem by: E.J. Waling
Written on Feb 19, 2023 

Infusion.
Pure
thought.
Seeping
up.
Up
from
within.
Radiates
out
blending.
Blended
with others.
Mixing
something
new.
Milieu
built.
Future
shaped.
Stirred.
Folding
pure
thought.
Thoughts
upon
thoughts.
Each adds
to the
brew.
Once
infused
eternally
so.
Corporeal,
simply the
conduit,
then fades.
Needed
no more.
Pure
thought
the future
builds.

 

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