His metamorphosis contains the very mystery of sleep:

the outline of a fluidity, the look, sign, and gesture of evanescence

with the charm and virtue of presence – Jean-Luc Nancy
 
a.

Technicolour dreaming

leads me here again an era

of corrosive sleep, caustic

slippages

left malnourished and dug in.
 
b.

7am in salty beach rain

a pale leavening moon, a summer

I got dragged into

by the weight of tides: time
 
c.

Sun hero, laconic heart –

strong and decent to women.

Your matter-of-factness a barbed spool

that lives inside me now

and unwinds and unwinds and unwinds
 
d.

Phraseology ill or broke, memory’s

coarse mark cordons my chest with

silvery thread

the brevity line of the sky sea horizon
 
e.

I say, hold my hand into a million pixels good

rain sizzles to the ground don’t you think?

If I keep on descending with you

will I exhale forever? My own mutiny…
 
f. 
 
g.

Dark cinema dreams of you

leaning in for an onscreen kiss:

you say something, there is a shadow at the door

you say something, there is a shadow at the door.