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.