The river’s eddy

swept me into

its swirling pocket.

wrathful sea

I crossed the ocean

searching for stillness.

In the lap

of her waning darkness

locusts thresh their wings

against my skin.

I walk familiar streets—

a mandala that no longer maps.

Absinthe eyes

burning glass—

a dissonant hiss

splitting the menacing coma

of night.

You caged me—

blackened bars

of crazed possession

built to contain

what could never be held.