Thinking

Thinking
I have thought til I swam
In the rivers that ran
From the mirrors that we peer from
Washed away in the flood
Pouring forth from the engine
That ticks beneath the shell
It's rhythm reminds
That even through the blur
That there is still me
I find solice in the rhythm
Knowing that from it comes all
It holds the key
Since then, I have ceased to think
I now listen to that rhythm
and feel...