Tear velvet curtains
Plateau unfurls
Tunnel vision,
No edges,
Shape of sound in mouth
Mirage, shifting, looms:
A whirlwind of birdsong,
Torn from claws,
Torn from claws
Is this inner space?
Are you outside watching?
Are you made of thought?
Do you think yourself alive?
Black insect flash
Thunderbolt dawn
Flower of potentials
Crushed beneath pavements
Green sky burns
Swim through flame
Impossible future
Is this inner space?
Are you outside watching?
Are you made of thought?
Do you think yourself alive?
Faceless
(back turned)
Eyeless
(won't see)
You move not once
(As if not at all)
Winding a long road around your hand
Like a string
As a cat chasing the end
I leap too soon
Or too late
It does not matter which...
Is this inner space?
Are you outside watching?
Are you made of thought?
Do you think yourself alive?
