May 10, 2011

fits

i have episodes
where the world implodes.
i'm in the center
trying to hold gravity in place
then all gets caught
sucked into a black hole.
the witching hour
i should be asleep
but something tugs
at the uncharted frontier
of my mindscape.
from a distanace
i stand on a makeshift mountain
composed of outdated versions of me.
they all point to the same spot
so i listen and look between
two globs of water.
an unclear future magnifies.
my companion tells me to stop thinking and go.