so many thoughts
i have so many thoughts
& none of them are new
they just clatter
around in my
cranium
rolling around rattling
marbles multicolored
& hefty circling the drain of my
mindseye daily
the shock of them
zapping me into one illusion after
the other all my quickthoughts
haunt me into ways of unloving myself
softly the caress of them so sweet
i almost mistake them for idioms of grandeur
of deep rooted realistic self love
written out before me by my own quivering
hand