Spaceship Quarter Ride
Triggered little moments
A rush of emotions
Gone with a blink
Back again
I’m at the brink
Of spatial being
Driving a spaceship
Like the quarter ride
At the mall
Jolting up
Falling down
Flipping over
Like a pancake
Or a devil
Triggered by the smallest gesture
Sound or measure
I find myself in a state of extreme
Pleasure
Ecstasy
No not the drug
The state of being
Oh, what a feeling
Comes with painful awareness
And thoughts incomprehensible
My actions, reprehensible
All of those little moments,
From a second to months,
I have less control over my thoughts
And actions
In a rush, a daze
I melt away with the days
I prize ways
But nothing stays.
10/4/20 – Andy McRae
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