Chasing the Dragon
Location
Pearls--blackly luminescent--fade
Under the burnt midnight oil’s parade.
They burn clear
Onto weakened corneas, thrown
Into sharp relief
And resplendent
Awareness of the now fragile hand.
Overwrought
By the perpetual, persistent
Nod.
Unable to break the glass film,
Left merely to wait
for tangled, dangled
Dreams
Upon the warring marionette strings.
Painted birds sing tainted words
And encircle half a memory;
Semi-ignorant to the significance
And blind to the influence
As the descent begins.
An ocean--blessed--struck
Deaf by unexpected voices
That wash to shore and break
As waves.