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Twisted wretch dangles in the wind
Vessel where a soul has been
Blowing words in a torrid storm
Thrashing thoughts that cause no harm
Rage on, little mind, rage on!

Clashing swords with Phadreus' intent
Crashing sounds without relent
Stirs the rage of a sage
Who silently closes the cage
To capture, little mind, to enrapture!

With calming discontent
Vows to never relent
The rage dissipates
Feelings congregate
To silence, little mind, be still.

And for once in a while
Crack out a smile
To remind, little mind, be kind.
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DBrown Fisher
© Nov 1994

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