My mind
is like a whirling dirvish.
Spinning
to an ancient rhythm.
Like a big black oil barrel.
Careering down a mountain.
Over and over.
It rolls.
Down.
Down.
Down.
Down. Down. Down.
Down.
My mind
is like a restless drum.
It never tires
of pounding.
Like a generator on overdrive.
Like a steel blast furnace.
Like an undersea network cable.
Like a tape on a loop.
It never stops.
My Mind
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