Having Never Poem by Brian Minniear

No more dear to me than self,
Yet across a thousand spans
Set out and sought this grey-green euphoria
A numbing of the voices, near enough to hear Heaven sigh
That its is the afterthought of Reason.

An insanity of pain come crashing against my skull
Without reconciliation in the rising waves,
That focus itself narrows to a singular all-consuming pinpoint
No absolution in the scattering
Priority no longer a choice.

In this brief reprieve before the blindness comes knocking hammering back
In, she is returned,
I am still having never left
And writhe on that chair there in the screaming and backward silence.

It is no small wonder then, than even the most vague allusions are meant to be understood.