OUROBOROS

painted eye
mottled cortex
looping dusk.

Unconscious motion picture tide,
frozen, heaving
panicked surge inside my locked out
matter, mind revolving, rippled, still,
The branches and the foot refuse to work.

Suddenly I'm somewhere else, a
school,
in line, a morning when a
THUD (or third hand) lands against my back and
Thod (or whats his face) appears to me
And so
(a reddish giant gothic freak)
I got this
Tempus Fugit Sempri
from him.
a code! a hit!
Convinced our unlit tunnel fades,
our faint Eleusian if.

and
FLASH
flourescent hillside
FLOOD
flourescent night,
gently
waking up inside
another room or eye,
to speak across to faces
strangely out of reach and
Their gestural cinemation
lost at sea.
responding like
deafened,
distant
thrashing vessels
on a lamp-lit wave,
each pulse,
caught, before it breaks
but how?
And why can I not seem to die from this?
How can I prove to be unseen?
This crowd against across and just
within both fronts and so
unimaged
lost

with eyes of otherworldly light,
waiting;
fate-ridden,
timed.