The deep recesses of the scattered mind

Buzz viciously, informing crazy thoughts

Of carnivals and suicides that wind

Around each other, tangled up in boughs

Of twisted memories. In saner days

The pounding releases my busy brain

To cope with what’s in front. But in the craze

Of here and now, the repeating refrain

Of a world gone mad comes too close to home.

It brings with it a spinning, whirling gyre

From which escape is possible in some

Alternate moment, but onto a wire

Strung across the universe. I balance

Carefully. This is not a place to dance.