when moments halve

their eye, to leer from

a corner.

when mirrors change

out of their glass, without

shardy sounds of motion.

is heard the shuffling of

feet.

neither hurried, nor harsh--

a teacher smoothly guiding

an eraser through a world

of chalk.

feet solid enough to cut a

spider's line, and transparent

enough not to cause contrast.

a tone dials itself...

(burred vertebrae)

just another ghost

looking for a pawnshop.