I watch, wait for him
Now he is here, floats on my breath
Confiscates my words, holds them
Like a whisper in a rats mouth
His imperishable body is kept on recall
And leaks through me
I see a projection of him, disconnected
A cinematograph, a vision
A vision that will not dematerialise
Yet allows my words to escape
And slink out of drains at noon
Hissing like static interference
As they slither across the page
They allow me to catch the curve of a rainbow
Catch it in my mouth
Denying all realities but my imagination
The words dart along my tongue
Like the shiver of wind across a pond
They form a recreation of heightened moments
Of my consciousness, the weightlessness of inner thought
and the page and I become one, I write
