disintegration

I walk under
night’s black
cupola.
those dark
wings
trouble me no
more
with their
interminable
flapping,
for they
are a
part of me
now.
madness fills me
like a penetrating
fog,
irrevocable and
determined;
or like some voracious
beast
that scours my mind’s
recesses for the
light.
I drown in
pain
and I am
alone