I was pulled out
of the daydream of thought
by an un-supporting mood
that sharply distinguishes
a fluid thought reality
with a stark grip
of self-recognition
as if dreams should be broken off
like icicles
rather than drain like slow melt,
un-disturbed and un-disturbing
until gone.
This harsh altercation force-feeds
a set of emotional impressions
and here I am rapidly processing them.
Nothing is said in this after burn singe.
Some elaborate inner moments
of full screen day dream holograms
faded without any time
for remiss or lament.
There is a forward rush of attention,
the stampede of immediacy’s
automatic mindset covers the inner sky.
I am busy with self-placement
in reactive response.
Breathing is beat down and altered.
Brain waves are phonetic
and jibberish is readily exchanged.
Content and context mix-matching
but not in deed to overwhelm.
One wonders,
who is in this movie, this script.
Look, I was pulled out of thought
is the only thing spoken,
true to my heart.
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