I needed to get back
To the lab again
Alone with paper and pen
All these emotions
Shooting through me
In an unannounced current
Of electricity
Keeping me up turning
The spin of the ballerina in that box
Hearing the music of my own
…melodic thoughts
Like a deer in the woods
Frolicking and evading
The hunters postured in each direction
The compass behind my eyes
Faithfully guided me to a covered protection
To transfer the impulses from
inside
…to out
All I needed to do was
Write
Them
Down
