Dearly Departed Thought

I met a thought
creekside
–where most thoughts are met–
and there, emptied my pockets
of all pennies
fistfuls and fistfuls
opened
as if assisting blood into vial

there then
grounded and scattered
…a host of
dark and shiny
offerings to this
fruitless religion…
this thought…
this persistent recurring thought…
which then, suddenly,
mercifully and mercilessly
departed –as most thoughts do–
and as I do now

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