My thoughts, so many
Hung like strings
Dripping a quality
I could not pinpoint
I felt at this moment
I must bear fully
The abrupt pains
They presented
Like unwelcome visitors
Of the utmost distinction
Like fraying golden threads
In a very important seam
However, I couldn’t shake
The scheming I felt
Attached to their intrusion
And I knew then
The discomfort I felt
Was in that quality
I could not name
But felt so easily
Like breaking bones
Or like their becoming dust
And I grabbed my broom
And swept the ceiling
Clearing the thoughts
That hung like cobwebs
Inside my head