When a feeling
Erupts without invitation,
And comes without
Thorough disclosure,
I am often
Left starved
By curiosity.
Coming upon
A portion of a thought
Such as this
Brings about
An involuntary reflex
As if
I had just
Touched
The cold of a popsicle stick
To my tongue.
My body pulls away from the thought,
But my mind
My mind,
It protests
And makes me face
Uncertainty and Discomfort
Eternally.
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