Nausea

What is this all about?
Filling the puddles up with snow
Catching turning - tossing yearning
Traps we set up and fall into
Retracing our steps in the black mist,
Always in suspension like a
Bird firm on the wind-swung cables
And like a star that night enables
To shine brightly with thirst
And for universes away that cannot answer.
What clumsy fingers trip over the ivory
Keys that open no doors in the soul no more
So it's all about doing and more doing- dancing
Just like one does numb and nothing- staring
Because nothing now makes us remember
And doing helps us forget.