My mind turns in perpetuity
with no destination
as the phantasms are competing
for the grand prize;
my last stray of sanity.
They fracture the darkness
with their taunting iridescence  
never failing to catch my eye
when they’re throwing their very own pageant
held in honour of me.
They dance with one another  
clashing from time to time
spitting their chastised replies  
the only reprieve is found when I open my eyes
after listening to the echoes
of all those beneath me
and at 5’ 3”
there shouldn’t be many.