Another night arguing with angels & devils.
Worried if I’m worthy of my cerebral revels.
Did the door handle to my isolation tank lock?
How long have I been marinating in my own stock?
I’ve probably now pruned both my fingers & my brain.
I expect I’ll escape before my heart’s a bloodstain.
Though, there’s much to be said for a blackout every night.
Sensory deprivation so the crazy shines bright.
Just a short measured time for all the shadows to scream.
Unwind your whole spool & let it recoil in a dream.
L.B.Stowe 