Psychology Is A Fitting Term

You know?

(sonnet #MMMMMMMMM...)

Where she dissociates cuz it's trendy, frail

As all the jargon, tis my way fr'intents

Of life, erasure what half startles sense,

Yet what I never know til later's trail

Shows blanks in lieu of ev'ry last detail

We thought to mull once time gives space, til whence

Is those odd moments others laugh, defense

Flown where thet fancy term is what'd avail.

Cite off examples through the years; the blur

Which follows those intense spells lists off too

Much to add up, until I feel half poor, 

Bewildered, left to settle aught I knew

Likeas a child whose mother's GONE. Bestir

Thy mercies, LORD, redeem me: I need You.

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