uncertain
if i am walking
on my hands
or if my head
is upside down
once again

unsure
if the rotation
of the earth
keeps reversing
or if the drugs
are catching
up to me

days without
any real sleep
navigating
torrentially
theoretical
storm clouds in
my dogged pursuit
of dreamdander
diabolical delusions

performing
daily exorcisms
fully possessed
by the crooked
crescent smiles
carved into
aortic spasms