vapor

water is running, 

evaporating, 

everywhere. 

no sound can be heard, 

and no thought can be thought.

they will come, 

soon, they will come.

give it time, i said. 

the water kept running,

and no reflection could in the mirror be seen. 

then, out of nowhere,

abruptly,

vapor flowed

like ideas in my brain. 

This poem is about: 
Me

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