Exorcising Keeps Us Regular

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Each day

for about an hour

I lose my mind

and try to escape existence.

I abandon my center

charge towards the foundation

of my illusions

and begin pounding my skull against them.

Sometimes I’ll back up

to build extra momentum

a full head of steam

to fly full force 

against weight bearing columns.

I am desperately searching

for give

for cracks

for some vulnerability

that will bring it all crashing down.

Near the end of this hour

I always find the weak point

always in the same place

where I knew it was

open and obvious

It is in fact 

the central column of my existence

and it balances precariously

upon thousands of pieces of kindling

so that a mere push would accomplish

what all the past hour’s hard work couldn’t

Presented with this absurdity

I am driven sane again

and retreat back upstairs

to warm my hands 

upon a cooling center

till tomorrow.