instantaneous

under a freezing blue sky
did I feel my fingers drift
of their own accord
into parts of the air
that I could never conceive
in my brain like an ancient
oak tree

while my mouth knew
only ignorant paralysis
umm
well
yeah
was the cadence spewing forth
from my blimplike head
which seemed to float
wistfully
over the crowds of people
who knew what they were doing

as it seemed to me
they writhed in eminently
familiar ways
which I would attempt to imitate
with arguable success
followed by
somnolent humor
and then a heartfelt confession
which spawned
whole colonies of laughter

with the only result
a creeping befuddlement
with all things that fall
beneath the autocratic bootheel
of reality