Sometimes I find it easier
to eavesdrop on my brain
than to ask it directly
for what facts may remain.
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I sneak discreetly like a ninja
to the far reaches of my mind
waiting for that juicy gossip
that will free me from a bind.
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If no soft whispers reach my ears
and the conversations run dry
there may be nothing to hear,
but at least I gave it a try.
© Autumn Siders 2016