Gathering In the Jettisoned

Dimmed Eyes crack their shells first. You rise up in the half light of a fading moment. This is the plane – wait, tie a rope hitch it to a trading places moment. When you passed away leaving a layer of makeup and clothes strewn upon a tilting floor the mind went wandering on its own, it returns now with the debris it found loosely bundled into a persona. Twist some knots into memory. Plan a-head, then insert body as an Allen key does into the right socket. Be sure to leave your big red heart plug jammed tightly into this matrix of electrified reality. Loose ends can dangle for a while. You’re within a workable shape now, you’re fingers in a glove. Time to shuffle self-consciously from behind the lens, let eyes see what no other being can see, for your hand-made once more, spun-out into an opaque silk by mind-moths and now can fly blind utterly unnoticed.