Traces Of Those Deep Cuts,
Lie Thickly Upon Some Desolate Avenue.
You Were More Beautiful
Than Anything In This World.
Until That Day.
What Happens From This Day Forward.
That Seems To Be The Whispered Question.
And When Does It End?
Watching Timepieces
That We Call Watches.
Do They Watch Us?
When I Am Heard,
And What I Say Is Solely Explanatory.
And If You Want An Argument
Then Disagree With It.
You're Always Blurring The Terrain.
From Observations
Laying On The Ground.
Watching Their Bellies Bloat.
You're Minds Out Cold,
Instantaneously.
Not Where Lamps Are Lit.
Writhing Their Stunted Limbs
On The Matter Of Snow
Here Both Of Us Have Grasped.
And Her Chosen Square Of Worlds.
Even As They Walk Around.
Still, Snow Haze Gleams Like Sand.
But You Think Your So Much Better Than That.
Down In A Fussy Castle
Made Of Old Pasteboard And Wire
Looking In All The Windows
Trying To Wipe The Sting Out
A Pocket-Handkerchief
I Have Witnessed It Too
Through The Windows With The Bars
I Think He Knows It
He's Seen Me Here Before
He Pretends He Doesn't Know
I Tried To Send You Little Messages,
Right From The Beginning.
But Your Ears Never Twitched.
Artificial Arrested Motion Switched.
Change Unreadable Under Unaware.
Widened My Eyes.
Disaffected Movements Of Nightly Routine
Ears Ever Pricked.
Spy Vs Spy
Sending Out Messages.
My Hand Like A Jack-Knife
Launched Each Mission
A Wishful Puff Of Breath.
What Happened Between My Palm
Your Pointed Ears,
Messages Have Grown Grotesque
Flown Through A Radiation Field
Infested Waters, Too Close To A Toxic Wasted Dump
Grown Odd Legs.
Eyes Must Have Bulged
What Happened
Didn't Look Like That When The Left Me.
They Looked As I Envisioned Them.
They Looked Like Perfume.
Shaped And Colored Especially For Your Reception,
So That You Would Know
I Understood That You Could Sight Scent.
Sees A Mirror For Which He Does Not Understand.
Sees His Reflection But Does The Reflection See Him.
Does The Reflection Share The Same Thoughts
Views As He Stares At Himself Staring At Himself.
Mirror Changes Into A Window
Looks Right Through.
The Other Side
The Mirror
Once Outside Of.
Inside This Room Is Everything He Ever Thought Of.
There Are Doctors.
Time For Your Surgical Implementation.
This Is Who You Will Be,
Not Who You Are.
This Is That Place And Time
Where You Think You Know What Is Going On.
Then The Room Has Changed.
No one Is Here Anymore.
Where They There To Begin With?
Posters On The Wall
Signs Of Sexual Obsession.
Body Aches All These Things.
Trading Reality For Fantasy
Doesn't Seem To Be The Way To Go.
More Familiar. More Comfortable.
Little Effort
There Are At Least Results Displayed.
Watch. This Was You Many Years Ago.
The Whole World Came Undone All Around You
You Just Sat There And Watched It All Fall Down.
Swimming In No Water With One Arm Flapping.
One Arm Surviving. One Arm Dying.
The Window Shut And We Are Back On The Inside Looking Out.
We Are Back In The Paradox World That Once Was Reality.
Spoon Bends In Our Closed Mouths.
Inside Everywhere
Something Goes On
Looking Into The Machine
Where All Things Are
Lubrication Starts The Cogs
The Wheels Start Spinning
A Violent Hum
Working Together
Against Each Other
They Are Friend And Foe
The Same Exact Moment Of Time
Strings Attached
Is There Someone That Just Helps Us To Pass The Time?
Is There Something That keeps Us Stimulated In Our Mind?
Cogs Still Move
Strings Are Cut
Let Loose It Goes Monstrosities Gut
This Great Machine
Ladders Fall Short
Any Possibility For Escape
The light Is Outside
No One Is Home
Tiptoe Towards Unknown
Window Opens And There Is A Box
A Mannequin Inside Of It
Mannequin Is The One Thought To Be In Charge
Footsteps Rush Past Us
No One Is Seen Running
Everyone Is Trying To Escape Because They Can
It’s the easiest way Out But Not The Easiest Way In
There's No Escape
Time Stands Still
What Do We Do
Destroy Time
Destroying This Place
Light Is A Being
I Thought I Understood
Put One Of The Escapees
Small Wooden Box
Faint Winds Blow
Crackle Wheat Grass Decaying
Sound Of Pins Dropping
Attack Each Other
Inches From Their Success
Light Shines Our Heroes Face From The Distance
Thought He Was Alone
Machine Moves Slower Now
Machine Slowly Stopping
Machine Is Decaying And Dying
Gear Feeble Attempts To Keep Going; Stop It; Undo.
A Character We All Know Too Well.
If A Light Is Shining Through A Wall Do We Look?
Even When We Do Look It Is As If Time Is Going Backwards Now.
Buildings Rebuilding Themselves
Old Life Forms Undying And Returning.
Machine Attacking Itself
The Midst Of That Inch Of Safety
Try With All Their Might To Rip Each Other Apart.
Sounds Paused
One Life Of The Many Continued
Shadows Lives Were Being Lived
The Rest Of Us Slept
Stricken With Insomnia
Runs As Fast As He Can
Down Cobblestone Roads
Stands On The Corner
A Street Waiting For A Train That Will Not Come
Leaves On A Tree Blows Sullenly
Ghost Train Approaches
Train We Never Thought Would Come.
Our Hero Boards.
Where It Will Take Him, He Does Not Know.
Whole World Is On Pause
We Are Traveling By Night To See Its Affects.
Leaves On The Trees Are In Half Mode
Carried By The Wind.
Shadows The Same.
In Transit.
Looks Out Of A Window
A Ladder Descends
Wires Are Sleeping
The Whole World Is On Pause
You Don't Know What To Do
You Don't Know Why All The Other Time
Ceasing To Exist And You Are Still In Transit
Trees Have No Leaves
Things Do Not Seem To Flourish
When Everything That Happens Has No Correspondence.
Nothing Can Be Recorded
Can’t Decipher When We Last Knew.
In This World Everything Is Confusing.
Everything Is Chaos.
Even This Ghost City
With Its Ghost Trains And
Its Ghost Shadows.
Board The Ghost Train To See Where It Is Going
A Clock In The Distance But It Doesn’t Tell Us Anything.
It Was Once Eleven-Thirty
Locked Stares And Locked Life.
Pictures Of The Past Tell Us Nothing
In This World Nothing Really Exists
You Don’t Even Know If It Ever Really Did.
Vessels Stuck In A Vast Darkness.
Ghost Train Still Travels.
Finds No Reason To Exist In This Time.
Lies There In His Room
Waiting For Life To End.
Nothing Flourishes In Stagnancy.