Some thoughts don't immigrate well
They get trapped at the border
Of consciousness refused entry
They spend their time filling out
Forms and living in tents
Showing up in nightmares
Consciousness can be a bully
When it comes to things of fear
It doesn't want to hear
From its hidden half
Like the elder brother a little enraged
When the prodigal appeared
All the lost thoughts gathering
And his father running to meet him
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