A whim of mind

  Bourn of echos of thought

  Ideas, dead, gone to time

  It floats to its fate.

  A wanderlust of mind

  It gives cadence to few

  Not but the whim let tales

  Who enraptured the psyche.

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  A steel vice of mind

  Stronger than iron of all

  even the most tempered wills

  to be held for months or years.

  A blade of mind

  sharpened by monotony

  To cut through the last path

  Held in its cruel, new tale.

  A satisfaction of mind

  from its thought-corpse, dry

  Its blood-words gone, taken

  deemed enough to focus on.

  A flow of mind

  a more sedate pace

  The last whim eaten

  now marginally satisfied.

  A whim of mind

  Bourn anew of ashes

  Mixed with things drawn in

  The circle is drawn closed.

  (Note: written some time last year)