eye witness

a future refaces a

screen was your face reversal

will a bblender bbe ,contains

yr head intact is churning hair

if hair your wind was burning

trees yr crazed rehearsal

for the rend of days'

suture opening in yr watch

clouds knew where ,the gone

the knob the fraying cord or

it ,was bed of coal a

boot split on a border

yr clot interred ,umbilical

knowledge of what thundered

tomorrow is “Thursday” or

lightning gurgles in the cumulus

...'til the future replaces the blindfold...

- Malok