Crystals burn

skin that cannot feel,

like a film that separates

object and subject.

Question the reality of touch.

Through the icy blue

of haze,

gaze fixates on the glowing yellow

overtaken by a 

peripheral awareness of stillness and motion.

A cacophony of 

murky hums,

hollow and empty like the

echo of a droplet in an 

unknown cave of nothingness.

Therapeutic as the chill can be,

resurfacing is inevitable.

Clarity after delirium.