Dancing from thought to thought,
I am lost in a fickle haze.
Shifting through the motions,
Tangles of ideas expand.
Release me from their call.
Abiding interruptions,
Countless fluctuations,
Tiresome ruminations.
I cannot seem to grasp them,
One diverting me from the other,
Nesting in my ever-changing mind.
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