Circles

Running circles round myself

Backwards and forwards

Russian nesting dolls

And circular logic

One idea inside the next

Or is it the one before?

Fragile

Yet indestructible

Incomprehensible

Thought

Inside thought

Braided together

As if the multiple plies

Would give the logic strength

When sometimes

What it gives

Is a brittleness

Like glass

Sharp shards

Piercing the flesh

When idea overload

Causes my brain

To explode