The Swirling Maelstrom

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An errant thought
Grabs for attention
Clamours to be heard
Above the din
That inhabits my mind
And I grab for a pen
And a sheet
To scribble it down
Before it is lost
To the maelstrom
And perhaps gone forever
Never to be born
Into the world
Never to be heard
Never to be acted upon
And the thought
Having snatched it’s moment
Bears down
Holds the spotlight
Begin to be finished
Before it is too late
Before the next thought
Comes along to displace
And dethrone
Making the spotlight it’s own
And then comes another
And another
And the swirling storm
Rages on

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