Under pressure of too much
emotion, impossible to say
or do anything, impossible
to concentrate, impossible
to calm down
Need a good cry for relief,
anything that will stop me
shivering inside, anything
that will stop me turning
cartwheels in my mind
I need repose to compose
my thoughts, to download
the images chasing each
other at lightning speed
across the screen
Of my imagination, create
a special file to keep them
till later; anything to hammer
my brain into subjugation,
to enable me
To take life one step at a
time, instead of flying like
a whirlwind, creating mael-
stroms of delight – yet
being suppressed
Manifesting in fabulous
confusion…
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