Paralysis

Droning, the incessant droning….
Ononononononon
Buzzing in my head it never
Stops it never stops

Time trips over itself
As it derails from the linear
Synchronicity it knew once
Upon a time

Cylindricals and circles,
Like a record spinning
Three ways at once
Axis revealed from an invisible
Indivisible state

Past future now – stir until blended
A congealed blob worth
Tasting…here, have a taste–
An ice cream cone without
singularity