How do I turn off my brain?

My thoughts become runaway trains.

I can’t stop my obsession to write,

The words burning through in the night.

When I’m given a rhythm and rhyme,

I move out of both space and time.

Where is this place that I go?

The unconscious that I’ve come to know.

I put dissonant words here together

That unconsciously float here untethered.

I become a receiver transmuting

The collective unconscious undoing.

When I write my soul quantum leaps

When I have a soft landing I’ll sleep.