dance of the non sense

Invisible cloud
Wraps you like
Cotton wool
Words drop slowly
Like soft rain
Elusive

Brain stumbling over
Unknown dance steps
Whispers of unfamilar music

A kaleidoscope of harsh colour
A crashing wall of impenetrable noise
A blur of too-fast motion
An assault of tactile overload
Knocking you off balance
You're tipping, slipping
Words really are weapons
In this war of your senses

Focus
Go back to the core
Hit ctrl+alt+del

Tessellated shapes
Constructing walls around you
Composure built brick by brick
No deadline here, no rush

Flapping, chewing, sucking, rocking
Your own dance of comfort

soothed