Eyes rolling wildly in a senseless head, only the whites.
Eyelids drawn tightly like nightly-bruised flower petals.
A movie-projector mind flashes soundless films:
Dark waters, dry roads infested by hoarse screaming dust horrors,
And small mammals: their heads replaced with television sets.

Quiet troubling phrases escape his mouth,
Upsetting the sleep of the conscious when they go home at night.
They wonder hopefully if he is getting better.
        (NO THANK YOU)
His oblivious world of jungle thuner and soaring violin melodies
Keep the pain (BLOODTHIRSTYWOLVES) bearable.
He thinks he'll stay there.