at least
dope sick
eaten away inside
by carrol's hallucinated buzzing
insects and their larva

would be a feeling
a pain
a pin prick
a feather bobbing back and forth
through the mad
invisible
angel wing
sea of atmosphere
guided gently
and unarguably
by the certain gravity
of the earth's great mass

at least that
would be
something
tossed hair in a breeze
marble gleaming in moonlight