Droplets plaster my scalp as my sight fuses to the shower’s sweating wall.
Asylum memories replay — transparently. Gliding steam coexists with whimsical madness. I
drop into a stranger’s contemplation, midstream, its beginning obscured, sabotaging my psyche’s compass, and my misplaced mind swarms with dyslectic street-signs. As a last resort,
a mirage falsifies resolute thoughts. My exit-strategy
goes illegible in the mist. that spreads. delicately.
The steam’s patience aggravates my jitteriness, the untouchability
crowding me. And I’m left ignored.
I dwell in garbling endlessness. A miracle evaporates. Vagueness swirls around me.
When levity wasn’t rare, I studied serenity at night school. Scarce students moseyed around the campus of a hilly, groomed forest. The halls nourished romantic knowledge, rife with passion for a changeable reality like a veteran observing his son’s harmless imagination. I held mucky happiness in my lunges, every breath blazing through misery.
I was a pupil of a patinated moon.
My soul fermented in real time.
The gallivanting public alchemized into placid fluidity,