The strings of my mind,
are a tangled mess.
Complicated, irritated,
unsettled, unrest.
Each thought travels its windy way,
on roundabouts and hurricanes.
Knotted bows, knitted tights.
fuss and fluff and fleeting fights.
Come and smooth my thorny thoughts,
with your speckled wide-tooth comb.
Calm me to my balmy bones.
Each string in linear pairs,
harmonizing together.
Strummed by the hand of God.
Humming with pleasure.
I'll trade my Spaghetti
for
Guitar Strings
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