I have abandoned the shores of sanity
and cast sail into roiling waves of madness;
my brain has swollen in feverish anxiety
trapping wild thoughts inside who
flop like sea lions in a damp metal cage
on the deck of an aimlessly tossing ship.
An ocean current carries me after you
without volition on my part and with sails
slack in windless cloudless night skies;
stars wheel overhead from the east
and only their silent movement shows
the passage of this crazed frenzy of time.
Whether I catch up with you I know not
or even if I’ll merely spy you from afar
but travel this schizoidal path I must
for there is no other point of reference
that grounds me save your floating asylum,
chasing this mirage until I fall off the edge.