An Ode to my Longings
Oh, this morning, I did reflect upon the morning star
awoken as the day was dawning.
If — I take time to contemplate stray conscious thoughts —
they waft like a refreshing breeze on sultry days.
Shall I distil the mind’s rumination and contemplations:
to crystallise thoughts?
For, it does not instantly construct objects from felt stimuli: to dwell…