from right across the moment
you watch, see, gaze, stare
with eyes all over your body
it is difficult, isn't it?

now walk across it
sweat dripping like a pathway to assassination
assassination of figurative head of imagination
imagination is *****

smelling words
words of delusion
I think it is psychological said the doctor
so that very evening when cow is red
you open up your mind
and talk to your friend

waiting for him to blink
or at least flutter like a lamp
and then when you are walking to the mess
with hunger that made your stomach sing
with hold on it, you look up
you see a face, right there, next to a street lamp

she sat there until you were out of your sight
she is not there any more
from this side of a moment
you still watch, gaze, stare, at
in the vacuum, vacuum like your loneliness
with eyes, distracting you to all your different dreams