Pebble

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My thoughts are currents I can't control
Swirling and rushing and without warning
Slowing
Like liquid metal
lucidly through my brain
Elusively through my consciousness and then
Beyond that
The silence of a thousand trees
Swaying in the wind
Though it may deceptively seem like a smooth surface
All it takes is a pebble dropped
And a ripple can turn into a storm.

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