Shadows lilting cross my walls
remind the time of day
finding safety
a cloud of respite
I lie tangled in
the straightest of jackets
crafted soiled scrap
an invalid propped to sitting
muzzled banshee screams
vision spinning, be still
tighten and soft focus
iris of a stranger
I recognize nothing here
viewed with photo lens
where familiarity once reigned
minute and warn comforts
my thousand mile stare
cutting thickened silence
chatter tinkled through
softened noise speaking volumes
a lure in depthless fathoms
the loving void envelops me
open arms set to receive
something of this waking nightmare