Inside the eyelids, all at once i
own the infinity.
When i didn’t sleep, i just
let my eyes fall…
only to watch them: color molecules
while i could never put names to any! As if they’re
no different from the primitive
syllables locked away in the Arctic
Damn. What kept these things to flicker?
right here on the bridge of my nose. Soft as
a hangman’s fairytale kiss.
I didn’t wake up. Not even for the battalions going blitz on me
Lovely pill-popper (pop I);
capsules that could jump me to furthest cosmos (bob I)
but I lay here on this bench. And sleep couldn’t fill me like death…
Then I figured. somehow. The Flares.
primitive ghosts scraping through