I had dug a complicated system of tunnels in my mind - obsessions would pop up at unpredictable intervals like crazed Viet Cong -fixations with numerology - a ratatata of intrusive thoughts. A bleached rat of panic chewing through my synapse - pharmaceutical dissolved against the on slaughter. Now speed dreams lift life I straddle it free for a week tunnels filled-in another week a whisper starts. But I sense release. Strange that.The days are long drawn out. I beg for night to come sometimes.