If the Psyche has no 

known boundaries,

then in times of crisis

and duress,

threat of deadly disease 

with the need of more 

s p a c e b e t w e e n—

the Mind must move 

a w a y, 

sometimes outrun thoughts 

everywhere erupting, 

mutating and seizing

facts fading and reshaping— 

for the Psyche floats 

like cloud into clouds 

melting into others,

feeling rejuvenation 

and exhilaration

from communication— 

but also angst 

when drawn too near 

swamps of fear 

and black holes 

of despair.