Thursday, December 4, 2008

Nomadic Mind

This time we're in a bind
Me and my nomadic mind
To predict the predicament
To interrogate the kind

This time we're in a bind
Me and my nomadic mind
To resurrect the resurgence
To retaliate the recurrence

This time we're in a bind
Me and my nomadic mind
To signal the significance
To comprehend my find

This time we're in a bind
Me and my nomadic mind
To forecast the finite
To neutralize the night

This time we're in a bind
Me and my nomadic mind
To oblige my occurrence
Transparent the blind

This time we're in a bind
Me and my nomadic mind
To persuade and prefer
To government the grind

by Royce Waxenfelter
10/27/90

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