in the moments when whispers are heard
over screams or
seconds are slower than minutes

                                                        ­                   the dreaming becomes synchronized                                                                                  eyes are gold and light and nothing
                                                         ­                                                                 ­              remains
                                                  separat­e.

hand on my face
head to the east:  water
the flapping wings of an eagle pour through the air
what can you do with a person who refuses to be alive?