white barrel in the morning
w.e.akens your eyes new night's dust,
thick heavy deep crusted sky
cracking... cementing
the bulb
of light glassed in k.not tangled
with life, devoured in
sight.
naked empire on this wall.
dot to dot eyelashes rested
in mute arms of all mo.u.rning;
open.rested soul drained
ceiling. built as so
many memories
fallen face forward
while the years grew out
of forgotten
sight.
only if the hands of the clock
could catch me before the second
passes... hours are too
slow to [re]mind
minutes to even know i exist... ... .
drops of little than less
time
here to wait for your
sight.
my feet are nailed, wooden.. .
folding
and unfolding a stair,
as if not these stairs couldnt
walk themselves. i would
crawl under a dark
anonymity in isolation.
fear, hide deep under these
worn hands in
sight.
it's the sleep that cannot dream
underneath your night.
i can hear a hollow
laughter...and i don't
even have to write
to remember.swallow
the taste so needful of all life.
close my eyes to look into the... ... .
light.
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