Thoughts are rolling 'round My mind on language wheels and carousels Building momentum From the spin and leaping off Into the air Grabbing ahold of trapeze words Hanging from lines of lexicon On and on they spring and swing Tumbling free Through whispering breeze Then catching bows of gossiping trees Who mock as they are wont to do The argot of the rhyming bees Who buzz so, flitting busily Perchance parlance Sticks well enough, but Comes a thought that finds no words In spin no words In flight no words In wind no words Within no words And so such thought is never heard Nor ever seen Hopelessly dropping endlessly Clutching grabbing desperately For term unknown forever Cursing wordlessly My untold limitations
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