I
The ethereal vision fills inner chasms
by releasing undulating vibes, but
untouched shadows swivel and choke
and the quiet demon of the clock
drives me into a psychotic neurosis,
undefined in the diagnostic manual
of my unexplainable insanity.

II
I want to cease the noise
by finding an oasis
where I can drink the liquid of sanity.

III
Piles of snow iridesce,
fall invisibly in my irises,
snow that I don’t know,
that I don’t want to drench my shoes in.

IV
White on the empty café
melts, releasing a flux of waters,
not from the reservoirs of health,
but the contaminated pond
once inhabited by a million cranes
and one lavender flamingo,
precarious and balancing on one leg only,
holding its snowy fluff,
a cotton candy piece of flesh,
the rare wonder surprised at the
surrounding uniformity.

V
I push out polished ebony half an inch,
but something sticks, immovable,
in the door’s glaring rift,
that reminds me just in time of
how I long to know, desperately,
how to unlock the entrance to the mind
of the one with that inviting face.