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