I can hear the echoes
like a spring door stop
in the chambers of my mind
bouncing off the walls
searching for spirits to latch on to
ids, egos, and superegos
arguing amongst themselves
at cinematic poker tables
calling, checking, and folding
arguing, laughing, joking, trolling
fabricating stories to entertain the stimuli
hyping up, assuring
stop worrying, concerning [the]
building [of] a fragile wall:
foundations on a beach
watch the wind blow softly
poking at the Jenga tower
a vertical cave of occupied space
but when the veil comes off
it all
comes
crashing
down