If I Were a Poet

Going insane
feels like falling down,
except you go right through the ground
without hitting it,
and you just keep going
and going, faster, faster,
and everything else
is flying upward
and becoming shapes
and colors you’ve never seen before,
until the world is completely different
but exactly the same,
and even though everyone
is trying to help,
they all just sound
like dogs
barking in the night.