Trading off amassed anxiety will fail to be that
litmus test you registered - or settle questions
how your doubts of normalcy will still displace
you from the space you thought your own - is
it a ‘warning bell’ to ring to tell a random crew
the ship has sailed: it seems to say insanity’s
all but a step away - if - and when, you check
for red or blue - find suspense your only hue
But then its passage spreads, returns to where
the bends unite in likeness of the morning light,
you see a shadow of the day which means you
stand within a frame you’d referenced as you; &
if its true, you are accounted for - needn’t cross
that ballroom floor to dance their ballyhoo
© 8 November 2016, I. D. Carswell
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