it's dark it's quiet
and there is ache
forcing shifting

i've a cotton swab
and two crayons
colors i can't see

smeared probably
indeterminate
like ankles sweeping by

my mind is in two places
at once the feel of that skin
against my face vibrato

back here typing words
i think with electrons and pixels
a density pleasing to the eye

and something is owed here
let from always guarded
a minimum a glimpse

my name is uncertain
i'm sure your hunger
is concerned with scent

the zigs and zags of the rest
clever beautiful intricate
non-existent experience