Controlled Jam

Astounded, I am, at the constant
Coming to and fro of terrible noiseless confusion
Jammed thoughts attached to one another
Like and endless, endless spindle
Each attached to one other,
Marching to the beat of their own drummers
The thousands of them
Why can’t they stop? you cry bewildered
You voice is all but lost among the ranks
Drained out by the silent blood-screaming voices
Of all the thoughts in your head
Parched for every drop of your attention
And there seems to be no end, no end at all
It keeps going.