Ponderments run–untethered and free–in head space, unlike governments of timocracy, shackled to singular place.
Melange of cognitions, from prestigious to mundane, as both mind and sky clouds–rain.
Inner dialogue, most personal of self’s personalia, some convos remain fleeting while others linger in full regalia.
Fourscore notions per minute or hour, each connects wonder to dreams like pleasance to flower. ; )