Though some profess
Knowing what I think,
Divining thus, at best
Held a dubious blink,
Yet claim pursuer eyes
Find enter with a wink,
Adept at reading wise
Human or robotized,
In man too often blind
Hence so to scrutinize,
A baseless notional line
Of thought unrealized,
Alleged did fit my mind
Asserting ‘tis not guise,
This thought said known
Might ne’er materialize,
As knowing what I think
May not want to survive!
© Jean-Jacques Fournier