Crystalline

Staring past objects that would otherwise demand concentration. The lack of consistency, persist to refine itself in the manner of a perpetual gaze. Lazily reminiscent of the haze caused by those ripples in space-time. A sort of focus that is induced when one attempts to bend a spoon with their mind. A migraine finds itself relaxing in the corners of a cranium. As if a limping-hippie decided to have a rebellious sit-in. Protesting the inconsistency of the irrational mind. In the corner, By itself. Until the enforcers of circadian rhythm approached, And sought An Intervention. A method. To the madness. Purified from the fire Behind the eyes. Under the chest. From the exhaled breath. Just to inhale. The oxygen that was transferred through the swampy coating of the lungs, found itself cooled by the blood running through the body. De-oxygenated blood, still a glacier blue. As if to mimic the myth. Until the gaze, Was shattered.