In the Lake

The brain throbs with reasoning

and mush - a perspective of

thought that might

be irrational

but it can't stop.

- In the velvet darkness -

train-wreck of a consciousness

a matron in disguise hiding

behind the breakdown

ready to attack

in the

aftermath.

***

Old sage be my guide as I descend

down the circles of my lucidity

and unto the other side

where I might meet someone

who has been here before - probably.

- Of the blackest night-

Burn my body,

make me clean -

reap the everything and the

reality.

***

And it's never okay,

- burning bright there's a guiding star -

blinding on the other side of the lake

- let's hope I don't drown -

And I look for the sword

and it crumbles in my hands

and it's not real silver at all

and I fall,

and I fall

and I-