A fleeting glimpse
A shadow
And its gone –
Like the momentary
Blaring
Of some horn
like some picture
seen
on a screen
was the thought
much sought
a has-been…
I try to recall
But in vain
Its gone
To some higher-up
Plane –
Where my mind
Tries to soar
But comes down
Again
Dizzily
The throughs whirl around
Do I wake
Do I sleep
Do I live??
Am I small
Am I great
Am I shiv?
These thoughts
Revolve in my head
I stop
To think
[on] what I said
And round
And round
My hazy mind-
All thoughts
Like threads
do wind
till:
enough – I say
and relax
like some
stretched-out
Doll of wax.