straight up rattled
being a space-case means you're half-way blacked out 24/7
my mouth is moving
eyes are revolving (or something like my eyes. my eyes? my eyes!)
oscillating ocellations
twirling so fast backwards and around again that no one notices they've moved at all
or maybe they do notice, and the spinning prevents me from readin the vibe
this would seem contradictory, cuz the vibes shake me to my bones, assisting the gyre. missing them would be most unusual. alien discomfort blares into my brain - worker bees gotta get to gettin.
nevertheless, i continue to spin and spin and grovel and ruminate upon whether i'm resting in everybody else's reality or if i've officially crossed over.:.:.:.

when i lay it out n pin down the edges like this, it's clear that i never belonged to any world but my own. then the stakes give out and the edges go flying and it's hard to discern if my own experience is concentrated enough to qualify as a 'reality'.
realitee-hee-hee