Qui Suis Je

the paper edge ticks along lifting me from my error…   I am not noticed this spark, this colour, this ache these words and it is right, as right as can be in a moving illusion   to overlook   attention is like glue   liquid is the way liquid is this vessel and contained

Dangling

and there it is puffy with pain liquid with shock orange with fear dangling flashing dangling but still blinking blinker blinker blinker exposing in flashes little linguistadors filing away rubbing glossing smoothing conspiralling seeking underskin surging now dismembering hammering and here the dangling still the orange star dripping upwards blinker blinker blinker