My mind escaped me while I was asleep,
And floating free out of the deep,
An obsolete shell shattered upon me:
An intricate armour of repressed memories.

Inconsistent imaging. Pieces of a picture
Enigmatic, puzzling, fragmented and flustered.
What am I ? What is true ?
Absence of a point of view.

Unfocused attention, shattered and vacant;
Overall confusion…incoherent.

In my mind there’s variety,
A Pleiades of people dancing around,
Wearing costumes, shimmering, specialists…
Architects of this scenery,
My mind setting, my sanity

Viewpoints, angles, insight,
Windows (shattering)
Masks and unborn faces,
Multiple facets.
Inner-names
So I can get to know myself better.
Ever shifting personae,
I…you…he…I again…
I tell you I know everybody,
Even you baby…come to me.