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