My mind is a vortex,
Swirling whirlpool of
Voices and images,
Movies and words.

At times it is calm,
Like the sea before a tsunami,
Eerily still, anoxic.

The pop of a rubber band,
The slice of a blade,
Removes me from myself
And at once I am pensive

My thoughts –erased,
My eyes search from emotion
In a brick wall
My mind –transformed to its twin:
Organized, compartmentalized
Sturdy,
But easily crumbled
By the trembling of the earth.