Arms arms breaking forward each pore a door
Escape the whole
Eyes eyes multiplying, constantly eyeing
The ground below
Me, I’m just standing --aside, the bridge to nowhere
As the stars like little lanterns hold their fire back with pains --panes?
And I, I’m just watching -- let the wind whisper do the talking
Or is the sway of shadow trees, a laughter is it mocking
The black crows with their bright beaks bursting from each layer of skin
With their dead eyes that I find such strange comfort in?