I am interrupted by a stranger's shadow
picking patterns in chaos, tense as a violin
string under the unyielding weight of serotonin's
symphony as the imperious conductor's baton
shivers and spins a whirling dervish of words,
screaming through my hair and blood, surging
wildly like a lash of electric bolts through skin.
The whipping wind of steel-and-hooves fight
against unbreakable bonds chaining him in mind.
Without rule over his spirit, he is like a broken down
city without walls. The obscured eyes of Jekyll and
Hyde fall into distinct darkness hiding the sun,
and only sudden exposure to light will spare our life.