the uncoiling…

that disturbs

sound.

the confusing

of resiling

bounds.

those playful mobiles

above my head’s

beds

of thought.

how adorable.

(Or, something profane. I forget which.)

mesmerising:

their petrifying –

the timbres compound,

defying

original intent,

no harm

was ever meant,

but you know I have to duck

circumstance demands I pluck

the searing missiles

from my psyche.