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Mind's Eye (Villanelle) by Sean Allen

Can you capture and bottle up "insane," The forgotten mother of invention? Glimpse into the eye of the hurricane. I've got nothing to lose, nothing to gain, spending my time in hopeless dissension. Can you capture and bottle up "insane?" Stretch the difference between Abel and Cain; it is a case of violent compulsion. Glimpse into the eye of the hurricane. Its haphazard furies are all but tame; nature's actions seem to lack intention. Can you capture and bottle up "insane?" Tickling little winds that first seem plain may soon grow to majestic proportions. Glimpse into the eye of the hurricane. Furious, uncaring, every man's bane, it strikes without care or predilection. Can you capture and bottle up "insane?" Glimpse into the eye of the hurricane.

Dovina 8-Nov-04/7:55 PM
I think you could make this into a better poem by forgetting that someone told you villanelles are cool.




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