Blink
The blinks
alerted that there is extreme
Storms
abounding the surface of Uranus
The image a
very puzzling dream
And this is
certain to become ruinous.
The
currents moved life along the rivers
The depths
are a murky mirror
Mad ideas
pierced the mind breaking into slivers
And
equanimity certain to become less nearer.
The twinkling
moments across the walls
Come and
pass as the days; circles in turn
Whether thoughts
are lucid appalls
As even the
sane universe is in churn.
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