The mind repeats its
natural cycles of entranced retrospection, and
caught unawares, and unmoving,
I writhe, as perhaps
some primal and formless instinct for self-preservation
seeks to scamper.. to flee.. to somehow
escape.. to somehow outrun this
In vain… I try
the cornered animal, driven
far beyond its bearable thresholds
pain, self-persecution, and paranoia,
that this is somewhere
it must learn to live…
as this isn’t somewhere
it can run away from, because
it couldn’t bear to leave here either…
this apocalyptic mindscape
of unending eclipse and disembodied shadows..
a state fated to be subject, evermore,
to quotidian submersion and violent welling..
surely and unavoidably,
as the lasting remainder of something
far too precious
far too harrowing.. to face.