Words words words,
speech speech speech,
thoughts thoughts thoughts,
wrenched backwards between
two sheer cliffs of personality
that reach towards the staggering
infinity of all minds internal,
infernal rushing by pylons
of spectral thought, these
palaces full of spire, ethereal
lace hanging softly over cabinet
of card.

Grab one,
read aloud,
be the part,
cross reference,
state business,
grab another,
the grind,
the daily mindset,
the ever changing ever
evolving charade from Rolodex,
fingers spin and flick,
locating corrective surgery
for that mirrored one.