Figment Of My Schizophrenic Imagination Poem by rhiannon fisher

what would you think if i could memorize the placement of every freckle on your pale skin, or recite, in detail, every thought you wish me to swallow?

i happen to be
disquieted by the apprehensive conclusion that you may not be a figment of my schizophrenic imagination, and the incantation of us is merely an adolescent fantasy, curiously etched into neurotically hopeful brainwaves

i could swear that i unearthed your silhouette in the foothills of my navy-skied dreams, and hunted the mainframe of your radioactive soul through the synaptic madness of my internal attic space

but i cannot catch you
for i have no right to claim the linguistic apotheosis apparent in your kaleidoscope eyes

with great restriction, i repress my innate premonition to bridle your copious immortality

let me be a martyr for your lacerated cause; the moral fiber in your constituency

incarcerate my mind within your delicate pro-visionary transmutations
consume me, so i can resume being nothing less than your sustenance; your personified Earth

understand me.
because sporatically, i revoke my conscious self-perception, and in these perplexed moments of abandoned illumination let the melodious affliction of your worded breath expose my captive soul to the submissive space housing your broken heart.