unbidden
words come spinning out
round and round
they make no sound
‘cept in my head

the moon has moved
leaving light
in inaccessible places
shadows changed and darker
and still the words flow on

perhaps there is another way
(but I haven’t found it yet)
to begin my day
so come on words
spin, spin, spin
making a tiny din
in my head, in my head

but every day they come out
different – ifferent – ifferent
rebounding in my skull
like echoes of mind
at once lost and found

and if I look round
there will be another
and another and another
finding its way
through the leaking, creaking
gaps in my soul
to carry on its own universe
until time is done