Inside I can feel it shake and bake,
then all the little loose ends fall down
to my toes where the bubbles
sleep,

they soar up to the top of my head
in colours you can't even imagine,
they become so many that I
find myself to be a bubblegum head,

sometimes - though - the loose ends
crash with the bubbles
and massive explosions appear,
eager to burst out,
hindered by the bone,
destroying what's there - inside,

no bubbles anymore,
just loose ends - everywhere,
little ambulances rushing
through the veins,

mommy Heart and
daddy Brain institutionalised;
without interior or padding,
just walls and bars;
holding the sad cries there
inside - within - again.