The clock ticking, incessantly Half past two in the morning dawn drawing Closer still eyes on the ceiling in a trance Reading an invisible map in Hieroglyphics I reach my arms out, stretching Held them up in mid-air then Dropped like coins to the bottom of a tin Sliding my legs out Toes pointing to the corners of the bed As if tied in place for precision Da Vinci's Vitruvian woe-man Cold view from the outside I pray That emptiness of being full On helium Dreadful thin In w a n t i n g everything And nothing does not find you A bobbing apple in a basin Trapped in a chokehold Squeezing throat shut Pulsating brain b e g g i n g for air About to implode, Guts leaking o u t
You reach for a metal listening device To help like slapping invisible tape on my lips Sealing My chest a roaring steam train Whistling tea kettle overflowing, Pushing past Maximum rpm Racing toward the sun I watched your ears fall off, The ears of the stethoscope To drums shattered liquified ruby trail slipping Into obsidian night -- rising as vapor hand Still touching
never hear, not here.
As dawn breaks Shards of light like shrapnel Strike irises Burning through shadows As eyes brim clear jellies fall, Sage Clearing
Layered Fragments, Becoming Whole 