returned

[dredpiratebunny]

she is yesterday's dream
turning monochrome and speaking in halted static words
even though they line up
around the block
ready with quarters and favors
to see her synaptic gasp
she is mired deep in thick freudian pathways
and missing id.

the sky brightens anyway
she finds herself conveyed
without her thoughts
in directions she doesnt remember choosing
through stygian rivers and
molasses fields

she wanted something once
she feels it like it was home
but she cant see it, cant get a compass reading

she drinks long of the waters
and thinks of how deep in she already is
seeing and believing
that remembering will bring no peace.

charon laughs at her
refuses her coin and
sends her back