Watched through windows
by the Soul
Loping over endless expanse
of momentary constellations.
Howling with divine longing
at ephemeral natures.
Circling one another
in primal feuds of morality.
Catch the scent
of fresh synaptic prey.
Give wild, curious chase
and the thoughts race until
they capture, ravish, consume
irrelevant Eureka.
Ravenous scavengers
of wayward daydreams
Paw through
decayed nostalgia
Gnaw on the bones
of devastated apathy
Stalk through the brambles
and tangled webs of memory
Drink deep
from cybernetic streams.
Guilty will
attempts to tame
these feral perceptions;
to lead them to domesticity
but, in time
relents
and stray thoughts
bay at the windows once more.
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