You think you can read minds
like you can read lips.
Let me tell you this: you can’t.
Some thoughts are quantum locked.
Some desires are a summer torrent.
Some ideas are skin lightly brushed,
minds maladdressed touches,
like lips yearning for a caress.
You think you can read minds
like you can read lips,
but lips mouth words unspoken,
tremble at eternity’s gate,
guard unforgivable secrets
hum a song, untraceable and unbroken,
which nobody, including you,
remembers how to listen to.
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