from the window indoors my eye swallows the weather the trading snow for rain pinhole funnels swallows feelings of strangers down on the streets a deep hurty in-breath method from my desk at home treading water my brain powers down despite the exercises of welcomed invasion energy does not stick knotted against the greater surroundings bound in a metal depression a puddinged thing
desperate act i switch on a light but the fight is outside and a long charging walk is something i must force myself to take
one day someone told me we all dream in black and white i was suggested death and took it without thinking it became all bleach and charcoal and these bled out dreams now underlay my life