Motion of Mind

My mind is above
it clangs between the walls
it spins uncontrollably outside
and makes buildings
concuss with its impact
against the restricting
cement walls.

It smacks on either side
a pinkish jelly pendulum
the impact kills a cricket
a precise reversal
of his previous state.

Upside down and dead.

One day, I will go from right-side-up and
alive, to upside down and dead,
and my mind will continue
to clang clang down the sidewalk
into the gloomy streetlit night.