Suffern

Something is wrong with me
Can we test all the organs?
To find out the folly
With this human body

But I don't know what's going on
What's happening to this brain
And this bag of broken bones

Feel the roots of this nerve
Wrapped around my stomach
My eyes are seeing stars
More than several lightyears away

Among the shade of my eyes
Lies a permanent fever dream
Lies to my face on this side
Of the intelligent monument

Trains rumble through the night
Their passengers' fervors gleam
I can hear them through the blinds
All their dissonant temperaments