Delirium

Delirium sweet delirium

My second home, my second night

In the midst of my pondering I lose direction, to which I have no objection

My second home, my second night

In the mean of my thought, oriental confusions spitter and spatter, but for me it does not matter,

My second home, my second night

In the flow of my consciousness, the compass be frantic and stoned, In this place I am alone,

My second home, my second night

Delirium sweet delirium, for just how long will you occupy my desires, naked and embraced with callused hands? For just how long will I stare into your fires, with eyes glazed and left unwanting? Is it you behind the blue velvet veil delirium? Driving my every action, residuous and haunting in your calling? Or do you politely accept the formal invitation of a vulnerable acquaintance delirium, oh my sweet delirium?

Subtly pushing against the momentum of my contemplation, the words erode beneath my feet and I collapse with grace and without defeat, oh delirium!...

Clouding the path of my judgement, aggressive in your intrusion, and all for what? A grandeur illusion! Delusion. Delirium.

Convoluting my manifestations, with work that is crooked and ill, but still I push on, never free from, the craving I have for your fill; OH DELIRIUM!

Jaded, faded

Tainted, fainted

You are remotely familiar to the rest, you are vaguely defined by the slipperiest of words, you surround me, you engulf my soul with an endless shadow that acquires me, assimilates me, and I become you, you sweet thing you, my second home, my second night,

Delirium.