Fever
A Reverie in Mindlessness
Strolling tonight through the corridors
Of my abandoned mind, a disembodied
Brain throbbing in a low intensity pain
Somewhere between recovery and loss —
What was that, that I just went through?
Fevered dreaming of inane complexity
Replete with meaning, hidden for future
Deja-vu. Did I know this would happen?
Restless brain, floating discombobulated
In a skull, unable to latch on to a thought
Sighing hard to release pressure, pent up
Of a furtive mind racing aimlessly about
Diving in and out of pages, high on density
And dreams reined at bay, unable to spool
Their vivid story lines on a fluid canvas
Unsteady, a voice snatched away to silence
Holding the next thought with singular effort
Sliding between tired eyes and listlessness
Staring at you speaking to me from far away
There seemed no point to anything at all
Days slip into weeks, work fades in the distance
There is only the lingering weight of an organ
Dragged unpurposefully while de-focusing the I
Through warm mornings of regretful sameness
Sliding into warmer nights of fitful wakefulness
Why does it not end soon? Who am I? Why am I?
The history of my remembrance sediments away
The future fogged into irrelevance, there is only —
The red and pink hibiscus framed in my landing
And plumeria and I swaying silent in the garden
© Unni Nambiar (Aug 27th, 2023)
