Crystalline

Staring past objects

that would otherwise demand concentration.

The lack of consistency,

persist to refine itself

in the manner of a perpetual gaze.

Lazily reminiscent

of the haze

caused by those ripples in space-time.

A sort of focus

that is induced when one attempts

to bend a spoon with their mind.

A migraine finds itself

relaxing

in the corners of a cranium.

As if a limping-hippie

decided to have a rebellious sit-in.

Protesting the inconsistency of the

irrational mind.

In the corner,

By itself.

Until the enforcers of circadian rhythm

approached,

And sought

An Intervention.

A method.

To the madness.

Purified from the fire

Behind the eyes.

Under the chest.

From the exhaled breath.

Just to inhale.

The oxygen

that was transferred

through the swampy coating of the lungs,

found itself cooled by the blood running through the body.

De-oxygenated blood,

still a glacier blue.

As if to mimic the myth.

Until the gaze,

Was shattered.

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