on the distant right,
digressing from the beaten track,
your route meanders abruptly
to the left
and back -
only to fixate upon
the direction of
one

immersed in madness,
you drip dry with remnants of
newly-recovered
rationality.

they cannot tune in to
broadcasted waves of your
unsettled consciousness.
likewise,

you are unable to fathom why
the unknowing ones
do not sought the kind of
death
that transcends
what even Dowson believed as
temporal.

misunderstood by the masses,
you seek solace
and euphoria
in the obliging voices that
echo within the shifting walls
of your mind
which was left
unhearing
and
unseeing

to the spoken words
of man
and their
motives.