2. Semaphores from the Chaos

An androgynous whisper transcended
The opening in my ticking parietal bone
“Oh how I had begged for heaven's help
And oh how I had been abandoned here”

Averting my gaze from the usual oncoming barrage,
The waves of greyscale portraits, pixilated visions,
Flash shots of ASCII or was it Unicode landscapes
Neural pathways match patterns in this sordid haven.

In brief patches of darkness, respite from white noise
Dominating and holding reign to my overloaded senses,
Confusing the rules of the games within my psyche,
I had found a submerged world beneath the defenses.

Gasping, gargling on suds, grey soapy water:
The planet where I had been, a tiny floating speck
In the frozen stars, the distant glaciated galaxies
Within the darkness that laid rule to my aching head.

Finally home again in the chipped enamel bathtub,
Recollecting events that lead me to this reprieve
Outlines of memories, images, lifestyles, bleak
Submergence, calming breathing down into Sleep.

I had been here every day of every month,
Never had I been quite this far for so long
Drying myself with a towel bitten by moths
Drearily collapsed into my bed, my reprieve,
Beneath consciousness into this sunken dream.

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