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.