Once as a child I walked the sanded beaches
Free of this damning neuro-transmitter disease,
But lately swept out and under by degrees
By an unrelenting undertow. My God,
To know the beauty of unstained brainwaves,
Safe from the trecheries and deceits of mind.
But I flounder, I drag across the rocks,
The weight of my being caressed
By the icy fingers of darkness, suppressed --
My muscles bunched in useless knots.
If only I had strength to breast the dim,
Then, grasping a miracle out of thin air,
I would scratch the icicles from my hair,
And, eying land, swim.