Every night
the black canvas projects
the ceiling
illuminates curtains
drawn shadows
operating covert
figures in the back
of my eyelids
Magnification
an orb atop her
shoulders, with bolts
of purple neon
current,
bolts
and beaded eyes
broadcasting doubt
decreeing inquiry
surveying
surrounding me
Voluminous imprints
reoccurring acts
flourish
incremental
then exponential
then crawling
then seeping through
gray-scaled plasma
splayed through corners
felt beyond just
peripheral vision
The weary structure
of bones, its face,
eyes recede as
sunken soil
hollowed out
in another time
characters are there
choreographed
imagined
feet not moving
words not meaning
signals in silence
slipping away
referencing loss
the lack of closure
MM 11.2024
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