Blueprint

Spontaneous arcaded corridors sweep ships of cerebral oarsmen along neuronal oceans of serotonin, synaptic tourists tugged through passageways of folded pages

An attic’s attacks, shriek-strokes of blackest bats, blots shattering silver canvas of anti-silence; grey matter

Dumbwaiter runs from succumbing to slumber, pulley tugged steeper as sleeper sleeps deeper

Padded cells, numb pillows of softest subconscious

Not-solid cement poured for floor

An abyss is a basement

Furnace thrum

I live here