Incomprehensible feeling Illustrated by Incomprehensible Flower

I feel like somebody is pulling a burning muscle at the center of me.
So I have decided on self-hypnosis.
Tick, tock, tacky-A, tick tock tacky-B, Tickytockytacky-C

(That’s tacky in the tactile taffy sense, not the simple tacky tacky sense.)
Ok. Concentrate: Hmmm, ummm…

(I wonder what ever happened to that thingamajig. You know that one over in the mall next to the carousel?)
Oh, sorry, back to concentration. Ummhmmmm hmm

Snap, snap--wake up!

Aha! It’s gone, I Just bid it goodbye.

Away like the wind. How Lucky am I.

Life is fine, life is grand, life is under control.

I play by the rules, I play by the role

I like it! I do. It was all in my mind.

No 'up' and no 'down', I’m completely aligned.

I’m happy. I’m fine. The bud has been nipped.

A tick and a tack and a passion’s ungripped!

But wait! What’s that ponderous chimeric form?

That vaporous shimmering beckoning storm?

Scat! You’re not real, go away or I’ll shoot!

You’re a messy mirage and a menace to boot!

Incomprehensible flower from the Brooklyn Botanical Gardens, 2010 August