it appears to be
raining
but i cannot tell
if it is actual
precipitation
or falling leaves
thumping off of
the roof of the car
as i sit in silence
contemplating the
thunder rolling
in my hollow skull
the sky seems clear
my eyes clenched
nearly shut gives
the impression of
fuzzy black from
tear drenched eyelashes

disassociating my
dissertation on
dissociative hells
unable to figure out
which of these mirror
images of painthistles
is the most probable
certain uncertainty
the only constant in
a shifting algorithm
of intense indifference