notes (In My Pen)

I stretch out my soul to keep peace in my mind;
To find the cosmos are alive within me.
The universe is contained in me.

My mind keeps me busy at this juncture.
It holds me close to the residue I call memories,
It gets me from A to B.
It equates for me, common sense and reason.
It rarely fails me unless I infect it;

When it fails me it is slow to notify me.

Must has been said. So Little by me.
So I know there is still much therapy in me pen.