Thoughts Distilled

The threshing floor of latent thoughts,
Potential not yet known.
Mixing.
Morphing.
Fading.
Fighting.
As if they’ve just been sown. 

Golden in appearance,
Undistilled, they wait their turn.
Grinding.
Groaning.
Bubbling.
Boiling.
Careful. Gold can still yet burn.


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