Threads Spinning In My Head [revised]

My beloved called - irritated by my absence
from a designated pick-up point - only then
did I return unto this world from a timeless
place in my mind which scares me by insis-
ting to continue in unending space without
a beat indicating stops and taking breathers

The timeless universe becomes a monster with
no sympathy for my short attention span, it just
demands to carry on with what interests me but
when I meet these requests I shudder inwardly
knowing something has been unleashed which
doesn’t fit in physical reality, we need to stop

And take stock, threads spinning in my head
form patterns I can’t discern, which need be
unravelled and stored in separate places –
not just everywhere, but carefully labelled,
classified and packaged ready for use – I
ignored time when I was young and lived

In a perpetual adrenaline rush, so much so
my head hurt all the time, I hated stopping
when engrossed and went on for too long
until my mind short-circuited – today I live
within the realm of the clock to help me
stop and take a break before spinning on

In this lovely world - where words and
songs and dreams and thoughts lead on
without ending, and we have to create
our own melodies  by inserting breaks
into the shiny run-on lining of reality…

[17 June 2014]