The Solution

Your mind became a raid
of spirits swarming suddenly
beneath and through a table
and a chair, draining substance
from the room, replacing it

with your unprecedented essence –
your own secret stash of air:
fresh dream excitedly producing
and exalting blots and streaks
of blue and pink and yellow cream –

making fat and solid fact of fiction –
rushing through so thoroughly
persuasively that any friction
of resistance was at once quite
overcome. All the blocky stuff

of life was immaterial – all
the anxious brash banality
it had become was something
now, to which you were,
at last, and marvelously, numb.

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