Maddening

it begins with the red card found in the hands of that same being staring back from the mirrored image & there lies the rub, for to look right or left, to leave the room, to try & sleep forever, brings no peace--- the maddening of the mind has already been set forth in motion--- as questions upon questions pile up like the foulest garbage in a landfill, what becomes of the thinker is a mass of unrest--- stirrings outdo themselves when the maddening increases & sooner than later it becomes harder to distract oneself from more impending inquiries, from further investigations promulgated by multiplying selves who are all up to no good--- on the outside the attempt to keep it all in check begins to dwindle as well & even something so simple as eating a muffin at the café becomes something of the greatest struggle, because the self will not allow its own inquisition to cease & nothing but destruction lies ahead.