Sensorial

I melt into the walls
And am subsumed by the room
I'm locked in a surreal dream
With crepe curtains,
Walls with rugged, running spines
And talk that is neither here nor there,
Except I wonder where that might be...
Smoke curls around me
(The pipes are blowing hard tonight)
And I follow it -
The ups and downs of a life
Surrendered to the inevitable -
With an untrained mind
Struggling to remain in control
Of some sort or form.
I hope I find you again
I hope you find strength
I hope I do too,
Because it will take so much
To risk my soul again.