Eyes so fixed, they glaciated in sight of the arctic reality!   Icicles hanging from my eyelids before the wintry glow of the sun, which is nowhere near to thaw tearcicles.   These frozen chimneys, when thawed, billow the black smoke of my breakdown!   The alpenglow on the snow-capped summits of...

Realism is a distant, flickering star. I know not what the tastes of reality are.   Some will share this glimmering sky with me, and to them, fortunate enough to see   a surrealist, star-blanketed day-sky.   I abide by the lonely confines of the only home...

It is a firestorm that rages and whirls within my body, that no hand of sanity can smother.   My innards burn, my blood boils, the flesh upon me bubbles.   Sane, as I may have been before, the virtues that encased this body with innocence has long but...

As I remember, I learn to forget the buoyant memories that linger. When I am foundering, I resurface, only to drown in the world’s stigma.    As masking as the calm, glassy sheet segregating this pond of thought is, this curtain between dreams and the world has...