It was only by chance

that in my decreasing state of awareness,

of Morpheus’ gradual tightening grip on the synapses

in

my

brain

and the closing down of reason and rational expectation,

that I forgot to switch off the phone

that led to call of desperation being heard.

 

In the darkness of the winter night,

the shrill of Bell’s worst nightmare

woke me from the deepening fugue and of wrestling dreams

and hazily I crawled,

groped and moaned aloud in ever increasing

volumes