At what point in time did eye signal brain
that this gut-wrenching fluttery feeling
was to be produced each time that the retina
interpreted the upside-down image
thrust upon its back wall?
Who allowed the passage of these obtrusive
thought connections of idea and subject,
the anticipation of event and time?
Give me my virtual reality helmet
and send me into denial.
I cannot understand or rationalize
this upset routine.
The turmoil touch.
It is not to be reasoned why
and logic has no place here.