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