In vertigo I often live
A room I am imprisoned in
And though it seems your tempest brain
Will snap beneath the violent rain
Of an ethereal maelstrom
Wrapped in a repeating hailstorm
That spins balance’s insides out.
It’s there, within that room I flout
Seeking certain within my doubt
Troubling the simple day.
Time and feel are not regular here
They slap against your pride and fear
Seeking memory’s forgetfulness.
The call to arms of the usual mess
Divides you into many minds
Where each swirling pseudonym grinds
Against well-beaten madness blinds.
I know the minds of those men well
The way their hearts and egos swell,
Troubling the simple day.
MaxS 1987
