Glory Be to the Mind

and its branches of thought:
scattered into alleys,
terrifying in their number
so that there is no way of putting a finger
on one pathway and hope of getting out
into the next and remain the same
as in the beginning
if sameness
is sane-ness
and infinity means one to a hundred

then you can count the trailways
and end up with a number
that might help you come up with what they call
an intelligent guess,
a measured frame to enclose
your mind,
parameters to use in building
the walls that would finally,

finally

guard your thoughts
from stretching out
where it's impossible
to follow.