Melting Myst

Surrounded always
ubiquitous walls
landscape alien
language foreign
words insensible
like fingernails – scraping
on black board

Solitarily confined
compressed into Tokyo
rush-hour train
pushed into
nonexistent
lacuna

Helplessly
macerated
essence doomed
destined only
to putrefication

Boundless desert
disguised as
lush
tropical
paradise;
razor blade
winds
blow in
off waves
of desolation

Then the
flawed facade
a tiny crack
a nick –
and the diamond
shatters
to dust
falling away
to the void
below

Only deafness
hears
only blindness
sees
as worlds
meet
melting
the incubus –
like rising
morning mist