Requiring A New World. . . .


Requiring A New World. . .

Toys and distraction
impinge on the infant mind
and the way becomes muddied.

My thoughts
have traveled the distance
and as all thoughts do,
seeded the worlds
with my infant meanderings.

I see the chisels working
within the worlds sculpting,
the breaking of rock,
the scraping of stone.
It is hard to move
encrusted thinking.

It requires a new world
to ingratiate new thinking.
It is not for here where
the soon to be rusted out
toys will be discarded.

A fresh world of ideas
will find rooting, a basis
where the heart will find itself

at last at home again.

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