In ink, thoughts sink from my pen like a ship

One blink and the things I think go down like the Titanic

Beguiled by the sound of panic, battling each other for rights of the Atlantic

Rattling tidal waves drown me at sea as my hand becomes oceanic

Can this be? I'm spiral book bound, blue lines found a man deemed frantic

A smile sprouts from my mouth, and my mind eases from manic to tantric.

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