'So how's the search?'... and thus began
The formless flow of thought.
The endless, timeless, ceaseless span
That held me captured, caught.
My wasted wits were worn upon
A slow subconscious rift -
And as her voice continued on,
My soul began to drift.
I weighed the place beyond the black;
The sounds inside a breath -
The path to inner-space and back;
The doubts of life and death.
Her oft-repeated mouthing made
A beat within my mind -
A song of silence, slowly played;
An endless vision, blind.
And then, at last, it passed and died;
I sighed and broke the spell -
I shook my head and so replied:
'Oh Helen... Go to hell.'