Ogive Number 1

I think
they are small little balls
and they’re bouncing around
off the floor
off the walls.

They’ve got words inside them
each one a little thought inside my head.

They seem to be stars
swirling in a disc,
a galaxy,
in this empty cavern.

It is hard to see though, since it is all
inside my head, behind my eyes.

Occasionally one
manages to escape
and the light burns out
and it lies
like a dead moth
dusty and dry.

In the night when I try to sleep
they’re energetic
and in the morning
they lie on the floor
and don’t do much but roll around.

Sometimes I can shake my head
and make them bounce off of each other.

If I stand in this cavern,
my skull,
I can watch them swarming
one comes up to me and hovers
and darts away.