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My mysterious mind Is predictably Unpredictable And fickle Unpredictably fickle me I never know for sure How I'll find my mind, Day to day One day I love my room Next,  I would sooner Be in any other room In any other country Blown by unseen winds, A random necklace of doldrums Interrupted by tropical tempests And occasional thunder One day I am bright Inside, I feel my mind Is lit up by O lovely light Next, the bulb is dim. I cannot see well enough To know with certainty The state that I am  in Karmic  cataracts inside my mind Can make my world yellow, And ever so slowly I can slip down below No one has ever seen The karma popcorn machine Sean Hunt Windermere   November 20 2015
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Nov 20, 2015
Nov 20, 2015 at 5:01 AM UTC
Fickle
My mysterious mind Is predictably Unpredictable And fickle Unpredictably fickle me I never know for sure How I'll find my mind, Day to day One day I love my room Next,  I would sooner Be in any other room In any other country Blown by unseen winds, A random necklace of doldrums Interrupted by tropical tempests And occasional thunder One day I am bright Inside, I feel my mind Is lit up by O lovely light Next, the bulb is dim. I cannot see well enough To know with certainty The state that I am  in Karmic  cataracts inside my mind Can make my world yellow, And ever so slowly I can slip down below No one has ever seen The karma popcorn machine Sean Hunt Windermere   November 20 2015
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Nov 20, 2015
Nov 20, 2015 at 5:01 AM UTC
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