Up — shooting through a plane of anxiety,
Swirling neurons spasm and thrash and trash my body.
Down, up, up, down, ascending severity
I pray to all deities: Allah, Krishna, God, please.
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In between known and unknown, life and death,
Relying on periodic updates, in-flight service,
The quickening of pulse, the shortening of breath,
Extremities shutting down as reason falls into the crevice.
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The mind cannot concentrate
On this task or that;
We instead pontificate
Like a maze-crazed rat:
Have I gained too much weight,
Do people think I’m fat?
I cannot go on an in-person date,
They’ll think that I’m dull and flat!
What news today will stoke up the hate?
I welcome such distraction over the welcome mat.
Any addictions, the body will sate
At the expense of the soul, that dirty, disregarded hat.
I cannot focus, got too much on my plate.
