When the churning turns to tricks of smoke crowding your peripheral -

A flickered flash that layers flames in your brain.
The same damn pain fueling planes remain - stacked two, again and again.

Multitudinous cross hatching the perfect pillow, used to cradle your cranium.

Thread count projected profound and probably round, by the sound.
So off you dose into the role you most likely chose, after you arose.
The hologram haze relays favored days - set my seams ablaze.

Chased by luminescent tongues lapping leisurely led eyes, you see -

Cold shower quenching this flared flower, minus the chilled sour.
Shaken chains rusted weak and broke a link - into sand the remnants sink.