Sunday, September 28, 2014

the unseen

the unseen

He says
you have an archangel coming out of the top of your head
his dilated letting in the so much too much? I don't know light in pupils
following the to others unseen presence

He is as if made of rice paper
all pupils
twin black suns burning
and heartbeat
a quiet pounding pounding pounding
like an unstruck sound
standing on the edge
and looking to jump

Where is the truth
what is it like behind the flimsy pigeonholing facade
not his, all of ours
who is this rice paper black sun pounding heartbeat

I mean really