Another Place, Another Time

This smile can’t hide my broken memory, as the light bulb flickers in the corner of my darkened room. I’m still here but but people keep on walking by, a hint a invisibility, and my mind wanders to another place another time. When I awake, my eyes burn with a deep restrictive glow, a symptom of this modern paranoia, a symptom of my delusional self. I reach out to make sense of my new surroundings but my sense of touch has faded to a dull thud. As my anxiety begins to intoxicate me, as I look towards the floor for a semblance of orientation, but all I see are stars. An array of lights spinning below me, out of control yet in total equilibrium. This is a vision. This is my vision.

(May 2004)

River Hunt