Vastness

Rescue me from the depths of my thoughts,

A dark tide, a scarlet fold of delusional whispers,

A constant incise of pine needles, I see things,

Dreams that feel real, hallucinations that are holistic.

Ah, this vastness of the thoughts split in different zones,

One part is day and one part is night,

And several other parts shaded, lingering between

Light and darkness, wrong and right, real and fiction,

An eternal hanging in this imperfect

Perfect chaos of impressions.