Mercury

My mood as late

Has been like mercury

In a barometer

Rushing up then

Plummeting down

Always at the whim

Of the fates

Quicksilver pumping

From my heart

Flowing rapidly

Into my veins

Carried with a whoosh

To my fingers and toes

And then retracting just

As capriciously

A violent and erosive

Tide

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