A Pome a Day for a Year

Gonna attempt a bit of an explanation
of pipe theory! This is my system
of attention and lock-on, though I am
not Knuckles the Echidna,
so to begin.

The brain is a table of pipes,
never-ending, stretching to infinity
and you can teleport between them,
and each pipe contains a liquid
of deepest orange, three quarters full,
and these pipes have labels and are
built into the table,
and when you focus and think
you arrive at the exact pipe needed
and actions involving the idea
empty the pipes, but also fill,
and you gotta empty, or the overspill
will cause chaos for the other pipes
and my pipes are always bursting,
because the ideas get stuck together
and I cannot process it properly,
or articulate the issues,
and the overwhelming cacophony
of the flowing of infinite pipes
makes me stagger and freeze
as I watch eternal pipes flow into others
and I just need to empty those pipes
and I just need to gather myself,
and I try,
and I focus,
and I am lost
in this universe of table,
teleporting rapidly between every possible
thought at once,
a whirlwind of overbearing humanity
upon me, and my pipes.