A Mind’s Cascade:

Blod cannot, shall not dry, dry me out

A Mind’s Cascade:

The blind pupil, it softly presses;
Seeing more, feeling less.
The big needle, it pricks — sight failing;
Screaming more, saying nothing.

Words cannot, shall not take —
the will, can’t catch,
Catch me,
                   as I fall
without weight;
Floating gently in the wind.

A gray sidewalk
lies flatly,
Flattens out; exposing
The red sun.

Blod cannot, shall not dry,
dry me out —
My mind’s a cascade;
Thoughts flowing along
                                          currents of dread.

The endless river moves all —
I float,
            I fly,
Feeling more, seeing nothing.

The red evening swallows,
swallows me whole;
       it consumes—
engulfing everything,
                                      it deluges me.

Cover art: Shield with the head of Medusa by Caravaggio , 1597-1598.