Aug 6

Stray tangents weaving in and out
of conscious comprehension.
Far too many data points
demanding my attention.
Overloaded, overwhelmed
and over everything.
Whatever sense I may have left
hangs by a fraying string.

John H Maloney
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John H Maloney  45/M/NJ
(45/M/NJ)   
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