Let them be

From the footsteps of a bus,

the polymath proclaims:

Never erase those flashes of thoughts

that flicker in your mind.

Come rain or sun, like

hays from the meadows,

spread them out to shine.

Let them be and foment.

Free the reins and let loose the anarchy of chance.

In time, the traces left will coalesce

and ideas will arise from the subliminal trance.