Hard brittle lights.
Faked without heat.
Hurts eyes driving
home words. Finger
sharp pointed pixels.
crack sleep little.
cold and floored
glow of heat
calls

me giddy and on
gentle pads I secure
myself to a rapture of
rest and a heart beat
be love
be love
be love
to fall away again
under waxy light
slowly burnishing
my analogue world of
slumbers

shaken by distant call to rest

glare of harsh blue
white is softened by
day. heat lifts
and maintains
fight back through
bitter coffee.
digits are soft coloured
and in laundered whisper of
emotional thrill
as fortune and dreams
call out softly
let
us
g
o