The erasure was forgotten
like a slow train
coast to coast
through trees and hills and blasted rock
forgets its ties
that fade into a single, distant point
around a bend
in time
when thought was free
inside your skull
you steel yourself
resisting
those arresting thoughts
powerless
to rail against
the police of thought
A prompt from http://withrealtoads.blogspot.com/2017/02/flash-55-plus.html
thoughts... aren't always willing to be corralled.
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