Thinking

The thoughts are conflicted
And all-a-jumble.
Their coherence is negligible.
And so their worth,
is unjustifiably, questioned.
They are as whispered soliloquies
Whose appeal is limited to
An audience of one.
But all thinking begins as such.
It is to be nurtured
And grown
Before turned out
Into the world.
Or so is hoped
As the curtains rise.

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