Why the Thought of a New Route Made My Body Shut Down

Before an argent sink I doubled over,

A friend's voice turned to whisper,

I go in and tones move far,

my face emotes like stone.

My blood rippled and spun against my features;

over and over, ruby nets of vibrating light,

they spin and surge,

as though sun-traced

and the soles of my feet turned to water.

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I had been detached,

and for now, I am in abeyance.

My mind delved into tergiversation,

a trip to a hospital

more labyrinth than clerihew.

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Find, I will not, the hallways,

the hallways under the anthelion,

unfamiliar walls

on a path not used to my feet,

with a mind not used to a change of route,

out of my comfort zone.

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In my well there was velleity;

there was a shift in seiche.

A monolith plummeted in.

What sustained me moved away.

In my veins was an atony,

and into inanition I fell.

I doubled over.