Inertia

Take a long heaving puff on my camel
to cripple the festering noise
and find one thought that seems pertinent
in my strange day
And I study that thought as if it was important
Looking at it, the shape of the words
How they sound
And the meanings attached to them
Which only gives more words to be studied
And examined
Like a virus that infects every neuron
With no end of satiation
Which dismantles the coherent structure
That was once there
in the one thought
A moment ago
And wonder with this mess of words
How to clean it up
or...How I got to this point
And if there is anywhere I need to go

Seems so easy to break things apart
And so much work to build
So I let things crumble
Walking around it
Staring into the mess
It becomes a sinkhole
Absorbing all of the words
In a vortex of darkness
Swallowing the floor beneath my feet
Feeling myself getting lower
All the while deciding
Whether to let it happen or jump back
But the paralysis is overwhelming
A place with no gravity
No signs for direction
Only my skin to contain my identity

Not realizing I have left the seat
Of reality staring at myself
Seemingly for hours
Before the gauze is lifted
From the hazy vision
Finding no revelation in my journey
And take a deep breath
To clarify my surroundings
Because nothing has changed
In the time I was away
Only to remind me that
nature waits for no one