blue laser inhabits the space beneath wet eyelids
eyelids catch wayward wings
wings licking nerves in a paranormal
paranormal rythm          
            
film formingashing  - skin boils over soft
see the horizon line. freckles rise to meet, formal
japanese businessmen with
crazed expressions

the ease with which
a skull drops
puts the weight on your back: piggyback haunt, glamoured golden
his own raw red lids with their fixed tears magnifying parts of
spoilt milk pools ... depth

scream not; he will murmur you
to sleep
and in that sleep draw eights on your body
spirit of pressure and spirit of luck

search not; your ghosts will never
return your gaze