Poetry

Bouts of Clarity (#1522)

Random bouts of stark clarity
How I wished it happened more regularly,

Little lightbulb moments simply delight,
The temporary gift of second sight,

Is it the result of the subconscious at work?
Or a sudden spark within our neural network?

Is it because our synapses fire a certain way?
Or because the stars aligned that particular day?

I’m not certain how those bouts occur,
But I’m always thankful for them to be sure,

Any Thoughts?

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