It's been a while.

Whole worlds spun in a matter of moments.

In that transiting state,

Drifting between lucidity and hallucinations.

Stories begin, play out,

And end.


Helpless, yet totally in control,

I wander in my own mind.

Without direction, yet so sure of where I am.

In this familiarly strange world,

I am rushed along slime-mold roads.

Looping over and again,

Until the intricately linked paths led me to a meeting

I had only just remembered.  
 

I don't want to be here.
 
 
But the chains.

They were always there

Suffocating,

Increasing in number

Twisting around and over each other

The chains of human connection.


I don't want to be here.


Someone approaches.

Eyes turn away, and in turn a voice raised.

A presence demanding to be acknowledged

Too close for comfort.


If only I could.

But my hand was so heavy.

Rooted to the spot, all I could do was speak.

Slowly, with gaining momentum,

Glee-suffused poison was spat.

A whole barrage, seemingly endless.

All that I would have added, if given a second chance.

This chain I had broken easily

I would do it again, and gladly.


But alas, vindication was cut short.

Reality had called.


So fare thee well,

May I never have to set my gaze upon your countenance ever again.