Doll of wax

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

It’s 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 Eve ?

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 unwind

till:

enough – I say

and relax

like some

stretched-out

Doll of wax