Lucid Insanity
Ivory clockwork tower near my bed
Marks five AM with sounds of dread.
I wake up startled, dripping sweat
As golden dawn strikes my head.
Webs of cotton drag me off
To a prison of sticks and metal,
To this room bathed in champagne,
To a music box of milky stones.
Melody of liquid silver spills
Nets of intertwining sounds.
Horizons of crusty frost
Build a dome, white, serene.
A noise shreds my cathedral of illusions,
Strangles my meditating inner peace.
The winter chills consume my body.
I am falling into a transparent abyss.
Consciousness rapes my wicked mind
As swollen irises in sterile bleach drown.
My brain sedated, my body confined
I wake locked in cloth, from the world jaded.
