The Way I see it

I went crazy last night.

An energy burst forth from unknown sources. I was up, bowling through my house, using my feet as sleds on the cold, hard hill of my kitchen floor.
Back and forth I went.
To and fro I shuttled.
A grin dominated my face as I chuckled, thinking about how I must look to someone else. But there was no one else, just me, alone with my momentary insanity.
Maynard Roof was playing.

The Argentines collapse in defeat
The admiralty surveys, the remnants of the fleet
The ground beneath their feet is a nautically mapped sheet
It's thin as paper while it slips away from view