  

My mind is tidal pool with circulating spirits,

Will you leave when the tsunami hits?

Mending and building levees of lithium,

It helps to hold the shrilling ailment,

When the mania hits like a mallet,

I have gotten so skinny with pallor,

Writing in journals my grand ideas and plans,

Helps when God reveals himself to you,

With voices buzzing around my specter of a head,

No time for rest when your ideas are best,

I know the meaning of this world and more,

Everyone looking at me like I am possessed,

Because I am talking endlessly of the Holy Ghost,

Perhaps I need the ward for another reset,

This life of maximums gives so much dread,

What I would give to quite this mind,

To find homeostasis in this bewildering universe.