The whistling kettle!
I have a feeling
A very persuasive one
That some time from now
I would look at my epistles and laugh at my ignorance.
Maybe not ignorance
But how much my mind did not grasp the content of my spirit.
Maybe...
I have words for my convictions,
But sometimes my mind still questions these thoughts of mine
I seldom cannot trace how the thoughts came to be.
They are like the things I feel but cannot see; close yet far...
So I can only wonder
Why then is the kettle whistling
If the water isn't boiling
I await answers
One day.
By and by
Till then..
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