Ponderings from Beaufort St – 27th June 2013

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Bedlam has closed
The sign hit me
As I walked past
It hit me between the eyes
It said
“Bedlam has closed”
How could bedlam close?
Bedlam was empty
Barren
Vacant
Unoccupied
Untenanted
Locked
My mind was full
Tenanted
Occupied
Employed
Busy
Hectic
Thoughts scurried
Like rats on speed
Thoughts I thought
Or would have thought
If I had some space
Then again
Perhaps I thought those thoughts
Earlier
Yet if the thoughts were thought earlier
Are they the same thoughts
I’m thinking now?
Perhaps not?
Perhaps the thoughts I think I’m thinking
I’m not really thinking
Perhaps I’m just thinking, I’m thinking
Yet is thinking about thinking, thinking?
Perhaps thoughts thought earlier are like
The thoughts I think I’m thinking
You see
Bedlam has not closed
It’s just relocated
It’s in my mind!
Or was that my brain

Or in my head?

Bedlam was the name of a shop on Beaufort St.  It sold bed linen and one Monday morning it had closed.

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