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Mind like wires
Her mind was beautiful
Like wires
At the back of those old TVs
A riot of colors, ideas criss-crossing
Bouncing off one another, melting, melding
Beautiful like a rainbow.
There was no straight connection
To the relay of things, she said.
And her face, her face!
Varied more constantly than weather patterns
Depending on what channel she was on
What high! But it was her mind
That struck me the most.
A riot, a babble, a cacophony
A buzz, never dwelling on a topic
Before flitting to the next
Like those wires
At the back of old TVs
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Afam Ugwuanyi
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