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Sometimes I Think I Think Too Much
April 1, 2009
Intricate details
Polished smooth
No place for rough edges here
Just the mellifluous, unchanging simplicity of "I know"
The product of sleepless nights of contemplation
And now,
Surface cleared, worn soft
Must tame the rugged yolk
Or toss aside this perfect pebble
Swim deeper
Pluck
and polish
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Looks like you misspelled "yoke".
Otherwise . . .
As much as I like individual lines, the whole piece is so much more than the sum of its parts. Swimming deeper to pluck and polish adds the depth and power to the contemplation done in the stream of experience and consciousness. It's precocious work.
The shift of imagery to the yoke is a little jarring from the polished stones of that stream. I want to see the yoke in use to understand it's relationship to the sleepless nights of contemplation. Is it used for dredging? Is it for pressing on in the rounds of contemplation -the polishing? This latter idea is the one I ultimately land on.