Alone on a shore she is so serene
i see a Circe lost out at sea
a closet of masks so absurdly bright
hide the withered underside
she balances a rose in my grainy dreams
skins it of its florid scent
admires her prop at maiden's reach
cuts a fish of its gluey eyes
to toss its struggle from scale to scale
and weigh its willing writhing gleam
or the sightless beggar who scowls at me
did you know in dreams the blind can see
oh yes my friend quite lucidly
luke Lucifer you see..

the divine child's duel of heart and mind
a brutal tender shift in Mitya
where heaven and hell collide..

I cupped the tears of a Dorian Gray
and poured a purer pain than I

am blind

And if you dress your window well ..
i might look 
to melt through glass
scale your vines
stick insect
my tarry eyes
i'd love you like a junky
but the captain's on his nurse's knee
and this brittle scythe of I
in rhyme
is a man, unmanned
in mind dust