eyes too fatigued from letter and allergen
even to dream, bloodshot and weeping air
where no tears will form for sloth and ailment,
even the brain is hazed, dazed, sluggish to
form, frame, interpret image . . . here the world
melts away into pools of abstraction,
not only meaning but the compulsion
toward meaning slips away, absents, escapes.

here, in the imaginary land of sense
deprivation, reality re-forms
itself from experiential construct
to the most concrete abstractions, and hence
chaos is made law whence reason deforms
logic and the ego self-deconstructs.

dmpitchford