I have been daydreaming about isolation.

Under the sway of a persuasive drone
this body seems committed to a continued descent
into increasing darkness and unpredictable wildness. 

And so,
a supposed memory of desperate and devastating anguish recently exploded from within.
An experience previously unknown transformed into a state vivid, urgent and uncompromising in the trueness of its visceral reality.
A startling yet unsurprising glimpse into a skillfully fabricated labyrinth of grief,
my intoxicating loop of horror,
tempered by an unambiguous and singular pathway out. 

Doubt, as always, provoking perception.