Matchsticks #2

I hadn't been invisible Except in obese, hourglass cities Miniaturized by the verticality The knots in your locks make freighters for deficiencies Cowardly and hungry Merging our saliva like symphonies Backwards orchestration A prankster with porous bliss and circuitry If these are the two only constants Consider me condemned To miraculous, belated confessions, voracious surrender Matchsticks line my pillows All I've been having is nightmares For years now and it's almost certain I'm insane and compounded There's no more time we have to be passing There's no more time we have to be passing There's no more time we have to be passing Crying in the bosom of a stranger Calves tight from dancing and derangement Adoration is enjoying the exteriority and strangeness Sensational feeling that I am not this person Possessed by multitudes Shortcomings, sanctioning, the limits of solitude That I had grown fond of This evasive, effervescent process That call me off this island