Strange minds…

Strange minds don’t think alike

The word churner said:

“Strange but I have to deal with all your minds

Like circulating wheels and wheels within wheels

Cranked up and interchanging

Clockwise with grated edges

Rising and falling in synchronisation

Telling a story

Like the workings of said clock

To give us the time of day

As you turn away or stay – for a moment

Grasping the words from my air

And sending them to wastepaper baskets

Or studiously observing

To see if they be for thee

Not making it – in comprehension

I ‘wonder back’ at what your

departing observation was –

that closed your mind

And shut out my message”

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