INSIDE THE PSYCHOTIC HOUR
by Dr. Mel Waldman

Swirling
around the rim of madness
inside
the psychotic hour
I
said across your sacred center
an
oval omphalos into your mind
passing
through the membrane of your unfathomable universe
joining you
in the convex mirror of your being, &
inside the psychotic hour
I rush slowly through phantasmagoria
the whirling madness of your bestial brain
merciless
to your mutilated self, &
I listen to your ethereal visions of eerie anguish
in the harrowing Hieronymus Bosch  landscape
adorned with Dali heavens
above the deep delirious earth
Dante’s House of Fire
&
inside the psychotic hour witness
the cacophonic music of trauma
&
cornucopia of graveyard odors shrieking chaos
four apocalyptic horses otherworldly stallions
colored red, white, black, and pale
galloping
into the Stygian crypt the black world
of broken battered brain
plummeting
into the obsidian abyss of obliteration
&
inside the psychotic hour
I
am one with you in the seething summer
of molten sorrow, madness
therapist
& patient swirling/whirling in the cauldron of August agony
waiting
for the end of summer/suffering
looking
through the convex mirror of your being
in the Healing Room

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