the escape root is not so high

blue

blue flame
how long

curved glass
in miserable places
leaving by the window

carried by a bowl
steadied by our hands
held by curved surface

HOME

the low side traces steadily/ face

it takes along ride

to get out of

your slow emerging battle ground

eggs and blueberries

tight shorts and corsets

blue sky and tree shaken light

leave your tired omnipotence

for hidden oppulence

reep

you were the first one to see
lover of brutal surfaces
open eyes yield

And I love light. Perhaps you'll think it strange that an invisible man should need light, desire light, love light. But maybe it is exactly because i am invisible. Light confirms my reality, gives birth to my form.... Without light i am not only invisible, but formless as well; and to be unaware of one's form is to live a death. I myself, after existing some 20 years, did not become alive until i discovered my invisibility....