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24/7 Talk



There is 24/7  talk in my head
It doesn’t even stop in my dreams
It’s part of having a body with a brain
It doesn’t stop—even in prayer
But during prayer and dreams
It at least seems friendly

But then the world talk starts again
Work, traffic, media, news, and fear
Depression, anxiety, apprehension
That something has gone terribly wrong
I fix a grilled cheese sandwich—my favorite food
And listen to old music—“Mother Mary comes to me
And whispers word of wisdom-Let it be.”

I eat the sandwich and go to bed
And dream—Tomorrow has not happened yet
And never will—I wake up with no yesterdays.
I let it be.



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