The Spotless Mind


The spotless mind is eternally bright,
yet depressingly insipid

Ultimately, the empty mind
dismally falls back upon its
previous condition as no creation
in any realm could alter the soul

At times the urge to rinse this
mind of its contaminates overwhelms
oneself,
tis but a folly of human thought

The composition of the mind frays
as the clock passes by,
yet the soul remains untouched
far beyond any comprehension

Curiously the final stanza eludes me
however, an inclination strikes me,
to let it be

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