Eyelid interiors
bathe me in melatonin.
Multilayered situations
with blurred visions and grainy perceptions
of briskly moving slowered motions.
Jolty jagged movements, jerky rotations
stop motion scenes of holy holographics.
Mountains of memories and a treadmill of new peaks.
Old familiar physicals and rooms of unlaundered thoughts.
Lucid eye drops awaken me.
I am now the third person being, the camera in the corner, and the fly upon the wall
A Scanner scanning darkly;
faces and places and visions of vertigo
and fear pops in my mind.
Quivering clips of Cellar dwellings and geometric trap doors
Hot doorknobs and smoke escaping;
Hazy clouds of frightful curiosity
Adjacent areas of fear, contained
Quaking shaking spaces of things that sure do haunt me.
Thresholds I cannot cross. The two titted Sphinxes with lasers in their eyes.
Insidious demons, shadows of my own Self
snickering, taunting, mocking me through Keyholes
The Sirens I called to kill my ego.
