I go around in circles around myself having lost my destination I am stuck in my mind's morass so icky and gooey that every time I try to find my way back home Laistrygonians and Cyclops will always pop up on my mind.

I go around in circles around myself having lost my destination I am stuck in my mind's morass so icky and gooey that every time I try to find my way back home Laistrygonians and Cyclops will always pop up on my mind.
brilliant poem! brought to my mind the images of Yeats’ Second Coming. transported me to a hauntingly beautiful wonderland. hats off!
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Thank you so much Amit. I am humbled by your comment. God bless you my friend
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you are welcome! may God bless you as well!
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A beautiful piece, Sofia. I am reminded of reading Odysseus. I hope the Laistrygonians and Cyclops keep their distances 🙂
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So do I Thomas!Have a beautiful day!
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🙂 thank you, Sofia. Warm thoughts from cold Newfoundland, my friend. May your Wednesday be blessed 🙂
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