Whirled Peas

Tonight the goddess speaks about herself:

I cannot sleep, again. 

My mind is whirling like the peas foretold on the car bumpers of old yuppies.

My body temperature does not regulate. 

I am too cold to fall asleep.

I can feel my toes

As if they are a separate part of my body.

My brain is a pool.

All thoughts are precariously balanced. 

They sit staring at the water

Hesitant to jump in case the water is intemperate. 

But, the water is nothing. 

It's just water.

Inside my chest, I can hear my heart.

It is annoyingly loud. 

Something is foreign in there. 

I can't seem to get my mind away from the edge of the pool

to

stop the

precarious thoughts, 

the cold toes, 

the too loud heart.

May peas and quiet be yours from, The Goddess of Everything.