Poem: Afraid of Heights

A ceiling on the world, a limit
with zeal I aim up
to the elevation where my heart races
The world is unreal, fluxing vertigo
My persona is multitasking
Its poet watches
Sees the careful step
Hears the heart
Reels along with Me
Forgets the instant past to plan the next kinetic
Adjusts the mindset to cope
Until all the instants, motions, and other ephemerals summate
Maximal with no maximum
My parts converge and the poet rejoins me
Another set of heights just below the ceiling of the world