Bathe in the quiet of the night,
the static silence
graciously offered by the fan
blowing gracefully
at your back.
Descend into the hated
black hole provided
by headphones
and a monitor.
Let the light of consciousness
cast away denied
fragments and strive
to assemble an accepted whole.
Deny the real,
embrace the censored,
just like any other day.
Embrace comfortable fiction,
bury the excommunicated,
those parts burned at the stake,
ignoring the inevitable
plague of zombies,
haunting specters
due to arrive any day now…