A patch of night hovers above the city - a post scriptum

Currently...

My residence is a thin layer of skin
wholly unobtrusive I can assure u...
wrapped around me
like a beaten down piece of armor...
All feels like a mirage
a newfoundland
finally...

Currently...

I'm sleeping through liquid chimaeras
a demigod if u will...
made up of salt and quartz...
Somehow I thought it my duty
to build u a map
for soul-deep navigation purposes...

Currently...

I find myself rather bewildered
nothing u ought to worry about...
It is only natural during the leasing of dreams
no quantum leaps here...
Just a few scribblings on paper
allegedly true...
and long overdue...