my heart is in my open eyes in my speaking in what i am seeing rolling up my sleeves is a profession of intimacy with everything in my immediate vicinity
sometimes i am invincible sometimes i sway in the wind like a willow tree most times i see absolutely nothing in front of me
and at all times can i see every colour of the rainbow my eyes are prisms
my brain is an etch a sketch everything shakes ceaseless vibration fractured soft ellipses collapsing i see many infinities
i bleed like the writing in between the writing on the walls and if i ever hide it the light sears my clasped fists around it
i lay awake at night to see stars in my stucco ceiling