My mind’s stray thoughts seem swept
in hurricane’s command,
too unpredictable
to fully understand.
When jagged fragments find
a landing spot at last,
their puzzled remnants form
strange glimpses from life’s past.
Bombarded sentiments
lie hidden in debris
that fill ideal worth
with heartfelt sympathy.
Somehow the stormy brew
that fills my humbled brain
derives a sense of glee
from trying to explain.
In artistry of words
ideas can be caught,
but artificial clay
can’t form a human thought.
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Submission Name: Genius or Insanity
