Untitled.

Day burns down to Night.
Burns the edge of my soul.
sparks of suns
and become fires end.
The dust of bones . . .

In the Night I see
The real concealed
In the days bright LIE.
Eyes stitched shut
WHITE TEETH SMILE.

SLEEP walks
AND talks
AND feet
Marks Time
to the drumless beat.

From movie, The Invisible.