Phenomena Prism House - Paul Jenkins 1983

it was beyond my control yet every aspect and tilt my movements directed precisely until out of my control momentum gathers prediction possible guided to the point of intentional chaos creating a window in which to view the outside or the inside or the space between almost like a ouija board I'm reflected in the glass opaque and without sight plumes of empty inbetween cloud the vision further "hold thy nerve" just a sliver of intrigue before the weight of what I see begins to crush me dissect my face hide the secrets beneath my skin replace my eyes with marbles some things you shouldn't see