Too much attention to a mountainized molehill clouds the purview . . .
you can't press PAUSE or mute the buzz, it's now too shrill.
Escape to sleep? Evade time's march, as whirlwinds of every sort
sweep past? Look, when you awake it's all still there, at every edge, in each nook.
It's all around, you cannot hide, don't try.
At each new crash you still rush to look,
it's all a game (they've said as much).
Those mountains still beckon.
Just don't get trapped in the woods.
*The above art image is tweaked from an early original sketch/watercolor in an ol, forgotten practice notebook. It seemed to fit the mood of this draft piece, a spontaneous reaction to having too many things coming at one all at once - but rather than question the urge to instantly react, this imaginary person attempts to reset the clock to allow for time "out". Or something like that.