I dread the trek
that takes me down
the whirligig
that spins me round
and round

I’m fastened to my plastic horse
a ripple of fatal
felicity
I fall
but float
my body buoyant

a murmurous being
dissembles my mind
and again with the haunting
the horror

rust eats the bones
moss creeps
consumes
the once proud souls who
no longer grant me
satisfaction

blissful insanity.

now the image
evanescent
my mind unravels
as I grip
my existence

no longer stranded
I am aware
alert
I am alive