Going

Pushing out into the world

each day, suffering the intrusion

of lights, noise, movement,

he knows its resistance grows

and feels daily less welcome.

Hankering after total exclusion

to put a stop to the unscratchable

freedom every day,

he plays this game

and he’s going to be mad.

Needing to know the unknowable,

control constantly breeding

random daily mess,

he begins to lose sleep and grip

and contact with the last to care.