Malneirophrenia

I have roused as white as a false judge's wig.
My bones have been stolen, I remain an amorphous heap
and seem to have grown a tail I certainly didn't ask for.

I am too big for this river bed and already I can feel the touch
of alien skin steering me back into deeper waters again.

I hope for melancholic insomnia while I keep moving
dragging this unsolicited tale that will not open doors.