Spinning Like Candy-Floss Filaments (Rev) 6.13.2008 Poem by Margaret Alice

Under pain of death, under all manner
of provocation and threat in the red
fire burning of aversive motivation
– I cannot go on with this text. The
moment is dead, non-existent, erased
from eternity; my inner theatre of
dreams is emptied, no single vision
presents itself to appease, no winged
word escapes, takes solitary flight

Words spin like candy-floss filaments
in glass transparency, my heart resonates
with nothing, cymbals remain quiet, no
sound is heard in the inner part of my
mind, my inner voice imprisoned within
itself, conscious mind sulks
shows no sensitivity for existence of
other realities; locked in a physical
prison which is me - I can’t do anything
until my dreams switch on their light,
illuminate darkness in my psyche – ‘til
then I exist a minute consciousness just
on the threshold of total extinction –
if dream light is not switched on soon!