late at night
chemicals in my brain react
to whispers of vanguard
dissolved by a little pill
served by my new corner pharmacy
rooted in mannerisms of expectation
seeking performance aside from revelation
feeding the emptiness of melancholia
weighing high functioning cycles
exhausting every tear possible
as raiding disruption
turns into abduction
clinging to images of bare comfort
membranes dissolving desire for the unconscious
claiming ability for
failing repeatedly
to hold conversion
as shifts of redemption
yet replace temptations
with shifts of perception