Alius is awake:
A man on a mission after a seven year bender
Conscious but not clear, his voice floods my brain
Relentlessly firing thoughts and words like darts
Stinging and striking pain that rips me from my sleep
His message is cloudy – at the controls but not in control
My psyche his marionette in a grand mal seizure
I speak to him; question his message and his motive
His laugh fills my ears with a devious tone
I can’t take it, action needed; hit the mute button
He can feel me closing in on the point of no return
He sends me this:
An oil slick sky
The canvas of an unfocused mind?
Or, could it be, the streaming
Consciousness of that thin line
Between genius and insanity;
- Just blurred?
And just like that – Alius pulls me back