Shimmering globe of kaleidoscopic strands,
my shadow, a small embarrassment.
A flimsy darkness pixelating into infinite circular light–
It’s all a distraction,
this life before me
writhing in my arms.
Oil spill of myself, bleeding
where the light touches.
Flickering, sputtering
backward sleep.
I took too many xannys and I live here now.
Fold me into myself
until I give.
This light is perfect and round,
they can't tell it’s not going anywhere.
It fell upon my face and got stuck in the
murky broken.
The shards that light cannot pass through.