my castle cave

As I skip from room to room
entrails floundering, flaying
trying to pick the relevant
trying to expose the damned
As I alternate between
my high cloud castle
and my impenetrable cave
I wonder what the difference is
why in one I "see" I "Understand"
I feel the knowledge and can relax
why in the other, like some
starved black hole of consciousness
my ideas come teeming
from my curls tickling to my toes
They migrate to the cracks in the floorboards
and seep into the cellar below
each time i open the door and stand in
that quadruple aspect
I take a gasp and know,
I am in the wrong house,
there's nothing to be done.