Panic attacks

Words that come to me in my sleep
Torment my dreaming
Exactitude in remission
Total escape
By the time the finishing begins
Just off the roof tops
Into the tommorrow engine
White caps off black caps on
Turn the transmission
Up the stakes
Remove the tent
Your own making
Overhead
You always have that way of snowing
Catching some breeze of leftovers
You never knew behind
Foresight left you
And your fears
Grounding you restless
Sure as the stick picks the cheese
And you are done
Writing restless
Hoping cohesion
Into your late night mind
Gridding what may be inside
Your night
Not really wanting to know
That birth of such restlessness
Maybe it was that afternoon nap
Bringing night hours at your disposal
Hoping to make sense
Of those tommorrows you have not seen
But you have experienced
Those panic attacks of unknown
Or maybe they are known
Some cummulate trigger
Some changed password
Fueling inner turmoil
All your frustration
Into one furious wrapped up moment
And when asked why
The answer answers but does not explain
Why you repeat what you always do
Why the answers add up to one lonely moment
The you that is not you
Answers in reply, but
The password has changed.

Denis Streeter 10/9/11