On the Art of Thought Retention

My brain's so fried from playing Rock Band 2 all day that I had some serious difficulties sitting down and writing this tonight. Nevertheless, what started out as frustration turned into one of my favorite things about being a writer - playing with language. Remember what I said about tetrameter a few months back? That sing-songy texture to it makes this a lot of fun to read. Check to make sure no one's listening, then give it a shot.


On the Art of Thought Retention

When thought, a thought's in instant measured,
tried and scanned at heartless pace,
judged and lost, and thickly treasured -
Aught is augured, all's erased.
And on and on these thoughts encrease,
recurse, recourse, repress, repeat.
And all for what? A thought's release
recoils, and to itself retreats.
So think of this: that thought you had
you've had before, you'll have again;
for such is thought, each thought to add
to thoughts of folly. Such is then
that all you do is all you can,
and hope to end what you began.