changed my mind, no law against change,
an impulse, of the moment, whim of
fleeting feeling, brushed and swallowed
by another of no less import
able, to have more than one, twins, triplets
dancing to the same tune of wanting,
not displacing nor cancelling another
living together in disharmony
rhyme of multiple impulses,
what a nervous system that would be
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righto. rhyming poetry is on its way out. Strong stream/word-weaving around a central fulcrum. care, sjg