Hypoglycaemia and the Blue Light

Dull as a pool of mud Grey and stale in their attention Seeking out the diamond in the rough Shining a benevolent get well soon Shine a blue light, shine it big and bold Fearless, fall upon me in thick reaching blue Shine a light upon me; I am coming in to land Wave the semaphore signals, you siren Shine a light, they have come ashore The landed gentry, dressed in red as deep as blood Foreign faces carrying the quirks of Gypsy caravans They shift a deep gaze, bars behind bars of eyes upon eyes Stare, silence all save for deep drawn breaths, I faint Edging closer and beaming eyes, hands and mouths Thick as a whitewash, a flood of red coated flames of blue Shining down upon my pretty little veins, they Collapse under the pressure, a frontier Surrounding, tongues a wave of Verbal Ocean Flicking left, right, up, down, washing shame in saliva As I gather my marionette arms and legs Demanding under spotlight, Puppet Master, take me back Gaggles of giggling salt towers, stood as tall as infinity For all the salt in the sea, what I would give for a handful Of sugar coated faces, embarking closer as I rise, up, up, up The blue light dimming then dooming, hypomania tinged With a slight touch, a full face punch of hypoglycaemia A kick to the teeth as my body gets heavier, heavier Breaking under the weight, I am coming in to ground