The Well

The television trance

I emerged days later with the feeling that something had been stolen from me and then was replaced with a venomous facsimile

In a fever dream time reversed and the future folded in on itself like some strange anomaly

Fell into the geometric origami of the ever-changing moment

Computer screen white blankness and then the landscape imagined itself into existence

Vivid and unclear the technicolor pixel expands inside my eye

The electric space between spaces revealing itself slowly and now my arm is dissolving into a pool of rainbow static

Never felt more calm

Never dropped a bomb

The serpent flicks its tongue

There's poison in the well