fractalisation
there is nowhere to go
from here
there is not enough light
except under the door
to illuminate your mind
only a CT or an MRI
and even that
cannot gauge your pain
so you 12-gauge it with
red wine
and tylenol
and there you are
a thousand years old
beached on your own bed
comfortably waiting for the end
of this show or for
the next
and though there is the sky
and there is the outside
reflecting itself in the snow
in the yard
you turn away