Descent

Liking this self-referenced form
of insanity is sweetest dislocation
nothing bugs me but inconsequentia,
not yet at least – unless they’ve
agreed it’s a hopeless
case;

dream sequences span,
masturbatory fantasies, dissolute
invocations which seem safe
assumptions there’s nothing
out there plotting to
get me

but you perceive subliminal
shutters hinged against that refraction –
physics of the theme amaze,
it’s as big as the Universe
seen by Yrs Truly before
conscious descent
© 2 April 2012, I. D. Carswell