And all your Lares and Penates……

that comfort you in your palatine home,

could not for once quell the random conflagration of your specious thoughts.

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You seek not solitude but a quiescent soul,

that life’s not thwarted to a cataplectic crawl midst  phrenic wantonness.

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As you try and restore the ideal equivalence

between the various allotments of your mind, part given to logic they say and the other right given to chaos.

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A rather silly see – saw I reckon that never quite steadies,

For beneath Still surfaces, waters run deep and so much lurks at a benthic low.

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And you submerge; wailing, limbs flailing, clutching at straws,

yet, you never quite drown, immersed in  the adrenalizing asphyxiations of your mind.

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………..”on a chaotic mind dealing with information overload” random word play for the love of words