GOING IN CIRCLES :

the positions change
in a cyclical fashion
pay attention to
the immaterial currency
called desire


letting the light in
opening the birthcanal of your soul
 the stringriver of images will flow
they will come flashing out of your mouth

hall of mirrors vibrate on a fingerprint
a reflection of touch
the ghost in the rain is it's own umbrella of transparence
whispering cold sounds that drum down on leather shoes

a pianokey is a fallin tower in slowmotion
you crush down with your porcelain finger
it's voice widens and touches every object
in an empty room

what is waking up from a dream
a shudder of light that escapes from the eyes
time sliding backwards, speeding up into reality
the softness of your breath becoming hard as ...

you cough up the shape of a planet .