Scrying Touch and Go – Would You

He stared- caught in the glass lighted prism

the oneiri illuminated a mind reading~ the face morphed

to a blob fish

the autonomic nervous system

a silent confabulation with beats


A scry once before and now

laying on the catafalque holding the tension of the living

while he decathects

with his life saving catheter

lifes dream


What that can do to you
What that can do to you