Unaware

I am aware of nothing but the treading of heels and the
Banal clanging of an old iron gate.
Nothing is killing me
Nothing is hounding me
Nothing
These bones are not mine.

Fear, battering, encroaching, loud and unruly
Ferocious frustration in a vacuum
Lament, lament the unknown kingdom
Blessed is he who gives freedom luxuriant unqualified ebullience

Foreign emotions I have not known.
Retreat, retreat, behind the fortified walls, retreat
A mighty storm is thrashing wildly towards us
A devouring maelstrom is coming.

Distance me from brutal perception, sensations that drive me to the void.


1991 - in a somewhat depressed and besieged state of mind.

I dont feel a whole lot better now as it happens. But i'm not as intense as I was.