dropped from a sky bird

i'm sitting comfortably in
this padded box--i'll be
silent for a few days. this
no-noise does my brain
good by me. the slow
slow slow (just slow down)
motion stop of the techno
(logic?) i have no logic
but i'm sitting in silence
to regain my composure
and to peep over my fence
into your well kept yard--
no i'm not wilson, i never
was. but i'm wondering how
long the silence will have to
last? it doesn't at all, but
i'm engaged in an ongoing
mind game with myself
(isn't that weird?) but i
like to remind myself that
you've known that all along.
but that's not even why.
there were days, fever-
induced ways that my
head would melt in the sun
but these are not those days
and this silence isn't for those
reasons. i try and try
as the clouds go by
to refocus my mind and to
try and try and try--