Lost thoughts
Flutter through my mind
Like tornadoes
Wandering slowly in my dreams.
They rip through the
Facades that I have created
In the locked rooms
I call my memories.
Twisting and turning,
Wobbling in and out of my
Waking mind,
Like the drunken sailor I used to be.
After the dust settles
the debris falls around me
Like snow on an open field.
I pick up the pieces
And re-build
In a new location,
Outside tornado alley.
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