feelings become marbles
traverse on convoluted paths
the source lies not
in their path
feelings become feathers
subtle when you touch
by winds of the ego
blown away elsewhere
feelings become walnuts
built with hard shield of words
a shell taken unopened
pains only the teeth
feelings become snakes
slither with venom dripping
in deep need of music
by a charmer
feelings become hydra
microscopic to the eye
multiply itself in each part
by its nature
feelings become cosmic
beyond cradle and grave
present before birth
and seep into our children
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