Intervals

M.S. Blues

I go through these phases,

these intervals—

of sustained resilience and joy

where i feel on top of the world,

like a rainbow in the dark.

Then, they abruptly cease

because following that light, comes—

the fleeting intervals of madness that abducts the hope.

The Man in Red returns then

but he’s not behind my shoulder

he’s simply watching.

every interval i go through.