Borders of Madness.

Mind's a haze, stomach
churns,
Eyes astray, misleading;
The urgency burns,

Dazed and drawn, prey
among predatory
things,
Silence, disturbing, mindless,
it pulls and tugs those
strings,

Trees? No. Something's
out there,
Running behind, now
somewhere over
there,
Misleading distance and
the sun's blazing
glare,

Deeper still, lead to
some strange
slaughter,
Hotter still, stomach
churning, yearning
for water,

Something's there; it
won't stay idle
long,
Keep present, alert,
steadfast and
strong,

Nothing, but
something,
Distance or near?
Presence, still, giving
not to the grip of
fear,

Strange land bordered
on reality,
Urgency, drawn in, heavy,
sapping agility,

Sore without reason, knees
commit treason,
But present in mind, though
a haze,
Back away, onward to other
days...
-END-
(C) D.C. Chapman
08/24/2013
Written after a strange and near negative Spiritual Experience on Skyline Drive Rd in CDA.