Mind, move
Like a lightening
Bolt, striking
a tree.
I shudder, stand still, and watch.
The pieces come home for awhile, to rest.
Under control, in a
Pen, they try
To ignor who
they are.
Green pieces go magnetic.
The pieces of my
Mind, move
Deliberately like birds
On a wire before
a storm.
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