Are we all
what we do,
all what we think,
or some blend
of both? Even
when thought rarely
becomes action
& action, when
taken, is half-hearted
most often &
dilutes, dissolves
before becoming
more than a meek gesture?
Or is it just those
thoughts flowing
in circles, rarely
emptying in some
mental delta,
& those rare actions
that leave a mark,
more often ill,
that make us
what we are,
and the rest
just paint coming
off our edifice?
30.09.-08.10.2025
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