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The Whirling Dervishes swung round and round

From a slow drone to faster and did astound

The sanctum sanctorum of my mind

Till I could not find

Even the vestiges of my sanity--

The remnants of my ego,my vanity.

I found myself in a hopeless muddle

The cloaked inner voices in a huddle

To sort out all previous rational experiences

All shades of meanings, all nuances

But the Whirling Dervishes continued to swing round and round

And I never again found

Myself........ .

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