The words above the door

replicated and smeared

themselves along the wall.

With one stroke, I saw

what drugs decades before

revealed in delusion:

For a surety,

our projections turn

back proffering chains.

Yet, no chains exist beyond

our myopic visions;

the earth begins and ends

with a whisper, with a shout,

with inarticulate gargling

(May 15, 2018).