Lost and Found Prompt

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Exorcising Keeps Us Regular 

 
Each day 
for about an hour 
I lose my mind 
and try to escape existence. 

I abandon my center 
charge towards the foundation 
of my illusions 
and begin pounding my skull against them. 

Sometimes I’ll back up 
to build extra momentum 
a full head of steam 
to fly full force  
against weight bearing columns. 

I am desperately searching 
for give 
for cracks 
for some vulnerability 
that will bring it all crashing down. 

Near the end of this hour 
I always find the weak point 
always in the same place 
where I knew it was 
open and obvious 
 
It is in fact  
the central column of my existence 
and it balances precariously 
upon thousands of pieces of kindling 
so that a mere push would accomplish 
what all the past hour’s hard work couldn’t 

Presented with this absurdity 
I am driven sane again 
and retreat back upstairs 
to warm my hands  
upon a cooling center 
till tomorrow.