Anti-Irregular Ode To Helios

Mentally choking on paranoid covers, No matter where I am, everything is next. The corners leap out— one after another, Trapping the resolve in its reckoning hex. Unfolding like slabs of sidewalk before me, Briskly walking through billows of fret, A thousand eyes so brash and stormy; The houses awry with windows in debt. Turning my head would chisel the cracks; For taking the time to survey each one Would only inflame this cerebral tax— I would gladly favor the night to the sun.