Fumes

It fumes and burns;
fire over all else.
Bitter-
thoughts
Sour-
memories,
All washed away
by the ceremonial fire.
Gasp for air
 and Gulp down more,
for now it's just about 
extinguishing
Pain-
of nostalgia
Rage-
at veils,
A whirring of boredom.
Insanity stretches 
her hand.
 You take it playfully, slowly
and artfully flex yours, now
Spinning out of control.

the floor
No more
grounds you.
the sky
No more
above you. 

No more
are you on the wheels
No more 
are you in the room 
No more
are you absolute
No more
are you here.