All night long I spent chasing my shadow
Didn't Peter Pan have such a malady?
Release me from this dysthemic waltz,
a burlesque freak show of chaos.
Transitions in eternal twilight
how can this be?
Direction, destination unknown
The rods and cones hesitate.
no map, no guide, not even breadcrumbs
no stars, no navigator, no mythic mantra.
no electro magnetism, no gravity
the rules do not apply.
Alone, beneath the bitter sea.