Crystalline
Staring past objects
that would otherwise demand concentration.
The lack of consistency,
persist to refine itself
in the manner of a perpetual gaze.
Lazily reminiscent
of the haze
caused by those ripples in space-time.
A sort of focus
that is induced when one attempts
to bend a spoon with their mind.
A migraine finds itself
relaxing
in the corners of a cranium.
As if a limping-hippie
decided to have a rebellious sit-in.
Protesting the inconsistency of the
irrational mind.
In the corner,
By itself.
Until the enforcers of circadian rhythm
approached,
And sought
An Intervention.
A method.
To the madness.
Purified from the fire
Behind the eyes.
Under the chest.
From the exhaled breath.
Just to inhale.
The oxygen
that was transferred
through the swampy coating of the lungs,
found itself cooled by the blood running through the body.
De-oxygenated blood,
still a glacier blue.
As if to mimic the myth.
Until the gaze,
Was shattered.