Ideas in my Head
there is no way to disentangle the jumble of ideas in my head
the unscrambling of this conglomerate would be my undoing
my imagination has tightened them, they are interwoven as linen
each piece a parasitic part of the rest of them; how to disentangle?
The thought of dissecting them in strips and stripes is overwhelming
a daunting task, I do not feel up to or worthy enough to attempt
We can do it! My muse yells into my head; she loves a challenge like this.
She begins sorting phrases and sentences as I prepare for a nap.
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