Let me stop you [there] because right now I can’t focus on outside, on that fragmented rain that beats down [me down]
Helter skelter rushing pounding me into submission
I need a minute an hour a day. Who knows – maybe more [much more]
There’s no letup from the frantic fanatic fantastic thoughts plowing the land of my brain into famine
If I put a hand out to steady myself it might just pause and become static
& wilt
& stop
If I reach out to catch this feeling it might be heavy [too heavy], I think I might break
I’m worried if I bring this scene into focus like some bizarre director’s cut it will be real
Round & round the garden [like a, a what?]
Up, down, all around, shaken with the sound
Perhaps the next day normal service will resume & the sun’s rays will split me open until all the amber disintegrates
Perhaps I’ll be delayed a day or two. Leaves on the track; train stuck at the station
If I’m honest with you and let you peer inside at my mind like it’s a dolls’ house you might see odd shapes, colours, sounds. Bizarre sights like a sideshow
What would you think? Do you zoom in, macro focus, high-res?
From here it’s pixelated, fuzzy, kaleidoscope that’s gone wrong, left out in the rain too long [silly billy]
Put my hand over the end of it to cover up the light – perhaps what’s left is a couple of leaking shards of artificial sun trying to keep me awake [+ from drowning]
Is this a scene of control [of farce?] [of an ending?]
Sorry, time to go [we march on]