Subjective Reality

My intellectual ability
ebbs and flows
affected and disaffected
by divers themes
interrupted
by crazy dreams
seemingly so real
held in place by events
I can't control
as I lie supine on my spine
with obscene fantasies
reappearing.

I lie alone
becalmed by inclination
desolated by my isolation
defenceless
between the grimy shrouds
anointed
with embalming fluid
hosting phantoms
at a party
tied inside a complex web
with no escape
until the drama ends.