Drops

Awash with slapped thoughts...
Brain bleach, sweep clean
Alice-band like, from cranium's front to rear -
Yet the drops remain.

Narrow doubt hies here:
turns mind up / down.
He sees the sense but misses the joy of it.
Still the drops remain.

Human fault? His bad?
Big asks, old points.
Derailing again these bunching trains of thought
'cos the drops remain.

SiKee 1010

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