It's just solitude:
longitudinally speaking the wall is endless.

Reality lurks, (while he hides in the imaginary).
The pitiful pit, the hypocritical message, the indifference,
the hospital bed, are all for her, alone.

Not to lose one's mind one must follow the road to the dustbin,
the soiled bandages, the silicon tube,
the spiraling white noise,
the zigzagging of drugged thoughts.

Time to go, they say...
There's a railway to insanity that is already written on her skin - not built - not drawn - not.
There's a railroad from the maddening loss, there will be.

Electrodes placed on the shaved skull,
a sponge between two rows of distressed ivory.
In a second and a breath, earthquake dissolves her soul,
           wherever it is.
Shock - shiver -shock
the missing chaos of the epileptic wave comes hissing and shakes her;
between expert hands, all is white and bleached green,
all is medical knowledge of heartless machine,
to wipe away the heartache.
Cracks in the imaginary ceiling - break her - broken, she.

Negative v Positive
the flow, the flight of electric mosquitoes,
her toes tense on crisp sheets,
       thunderbolt,
squalid neon noise zzz
Intense - then tension ends!

Now suspended, she is quiet (after the storm)
floating in a-symbolic space,
a funny cartoon character in the air :
at a timeless moment the realization of emptiness,
the gravity, the fall.

Another year passes:
Still floating, still asphyxiating, she sees from afar...
a friend's smile, her happy couple, her newborn baby.
For them         a  dream (come true ).

While, in the empty room (he hides),
morning bleeds in,
as her body remains cut open,
and her soul keeps falling.