Manic must lay somewhere between the intrinsic and the extrinsic, a flick of the switch and the skeletal part of me want to get outside of me and see what's going on,

I become an add on, a seeya later, dear John letter,

it will get better, I will feel better, but do I need to set a
clock? an alarm clock? won't that set me off again?
send me round the bend again wondering when or if
it ever will get better?

I need to sleep but I want to keep my wits about me,
what if life gets up and goes without me?

between the intro' and the extro' is another space to go,
manic waits there
gesticulating
some time hesitating
always scheming
dreaming of other things.