Partial views viewing parts;
booms all around, thump
into hollow spaces of insanity.

Bump… Grab fast, this frame
won’t last. Viewing particles of self
orchestrates theatric acts of insanity;
a comedy? …a tragedy? How ‘bout
I sit this one out. Can’t find the door
to the floor below me. White me out
and redraw my face, there’s too much space
in my head. Hollow, if viewed partially.

(She looks at her pencil eraser,
not startled to see
a tiny lead-smudged face
winking in agreement; she snorts,
that’s all she needs! More insanity…)

Viewing pieces pieced apart
grips frightened heart, clumped
into hollow faces of insanity.

Dumped… Fractured back to start,
control departs, self-viewed particles
disperse in the applause of insanity.
Bravo? …brava? I don’t doubt
I will fall. I can’t find the floor
to the door above me. Black me out
and undo my face, there’s too much placed
in my head. Viewed, when hollowed partially.

(She looks into her mind,
not startled to see
a tiny smudged-lead face
blinking in amazement; it snorts
that’s all it needs! More insanity…)

Erin Elizabeth Kelly-Moen
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