Planetary blankets

dripping through

the fingers of a grasping dream

painted hallways where I lay

the water of life an aluminum door

in the sprung trap of my mind

its claws of velvet jewelry

turned into a song of moss.

Stark benches overlooking frozen glades

uninhabited walkways under space

the sky a fading shield

of agitated sherbert.

We lost each oither in the frenzy

of strange years that explored us

lost each other in the circuits paved over

by ripples of raw experience

and the practice of masks.

Now on a ripped ledge

let this last fractured persona

leave me like the sweetest smoke

and these anxious, unseeing actors

depart on a downward sleigh

with the tears that come.