Anxiousness

Catch yourself,

He says, these thoughts come too fast—

Firing flashes of fury

Dots hazily scurrying

About—peripheral

Mindless fall from grace,

Brain waves never win this race

Cannot outpace

Their other selves,

Trying to outwork like Santa’s little elves after Christmas,

Forgotten, the point is that they’re gone, replaceable,

Logic hardly ever traceable

Affect always erasable

With recognition,

A sliver of remembrance

Breaks his trance,

Breath fills the lungs, not by chance,

At last, the body is free to dance.