Where Is My Mind?

a poem ( sonnet )

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Where’s my mind you may ask on this fair day

I must confess to you, all’s in a twist

I wander in forever’s darkness, stray

Falling foul of joy, I’m found in loves triste

Beseech me not on such vicissitudes

That spring to mind in this unholy spring

For height has lost its dizzy altitudes

I am but a jester’s game, a play thing

O where does proud effigy now reside

On this eternal and fragmented path

Am I expected to don black and hide?

To seek refuge by voodoo or by quath

But at once then my Venus herself dawns

And lost is the mind from whence all doubt spawns