The Manic Disorder


The varieties I find
overwhelm in a unity.
Sounds an oxymoron.

The haze, in the highlands,
sails as distant as it could
causes no illness.

The wind is a breeze
and a storm on occasions
a familiar occurrence.

The sun radiates intense
and measured in regions
a recognisable phenomenon.

The river runs smooth
and floods in seasons
a prevalent feature.

The sea engulfs
and recedes at intervals,
is but, a dominant character

The distinction is logical
implied to a range,

 one of an energetic stratagem.

Man creates a furore
soars up and crouches down,
a manic disorder.

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