My mind is swimming,
drowning from the tide
that raced in,
a response to an emotion.
No reasonable thought
can be formed
waterlogged and dirty,
thoughts overwhelmed.
Seaweed, plastic and rope,
tangles of fishing line,
cut into my mind
constricting imagination
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