A flaccid ocean stretches
Outwards from my body
Losing itslef in broken imagery
A photograph shattered
A million shards of perforated memories
Mirrored destruction in my own eyes
Floating atop the water's edges
A silver stream of forced rationality
A reality fading
To the fogged recesses of my secret mind
The rest purged of any fantasy
Morbid and dull within the walls
Of an empty soul.
Some days the ocean is not so calm
With wicked waves
Thrashing with enraged brutality
Inside my sordid thoughts
Sound and sight withered from my senses
Forsaking only touch and taste
Surreal and concentrated
Dream sequences play around me
As if I am a no one in my own mind
Invisible, a ghost
And in this moment
I am
Happy.
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