Asylum Advent

On another Thames River, with steady rural New England flow toward Long Island's warming Sound then on and out toward whispering drowned memories of Atlantis, slumbering on eastern bank, surrounded by Pequot Elder spirit grounds, ruined medicine's monolithic altars worshiping insanely labyrinthine proportion, crumbling mental-physical stately asylum carcasses, sagging with trembling memories of cultural inability to remember empathic presence, basic nature's noticing of potentially present voices speaking through cracked window and door frames, peeling exterior landscapes, collapsed roofs with rotten root foundations, mumbly murmuring memories of past river fogged-in days and nights of terrorism, ruled by despots of exegetical sanity applauding wild bacchanal voices jumping into tidal swollen, then shrunken, yet steady and wise-stately, reasonable flow away out toward wilder presence downstream outstraining severed screams of inpolitic madness. Intended to grow up a school for sanity, collaterally invested dust and decay emerged a prison of abuse and neglect, oppressively irrational exculturation. Wild voices dismembering loving presence of person, too entrapped by past terrors, chronic, climatic, psychotic prison for muttering conversations between Ego's Anger voice berating left-handed fear of Fear ambivalence, quivering recrimination reiterating through dungeon drugged nights, layering medicated mindless attendance over basic neural noticing, thereby inducing rot briefly intuiting tender absence of co-mentored narrow path toward polypathic enculturation, hiding in a forest of cracked and crumbling drives and walkways, seductive viral toxic infestation of history weeded over. On this other Thames visitors violate serene gloom of despair, turning our backs to return to safer grounds, no less trespassing wilderness but more profane, slinking down an overcrowded river of ubiquitous investment in tumble-down sane urbanity.