Don't [bad word] him
When he turns his back
He looks at you
Don't [bad word] him
When his eyes are closed:
He still looks at you

I fled, I fled
Devouring the space
But the shapeless bulk
Was chasing me -enraged-
Breathing my footsteps
Unsated with killing me
Slowly
Nailing my incandescent thoughts
Along the border
Of insanity
In a place where
procession of fleshly numbers
Slides incessantly
Into the ironic waters
Of the cosmos
Seeking to remember
The sense
Of the impossible word:
Escape

"Who are you looking for?
What are you looking at?"
light? "a star"
boat? "an insect"
plane? "a flying fish"

"I'm looking at somebody
Who belongs to my world"
"This is your world
I am your only world"

I can't remember
When the fog
- unravelling
The real and inexplicable
Contradictions
That crowd together
The human brain lobes -
Imprisoned me
In the spider's web
Of the one who touches
The minds of the mad
Curbing and churning
The confetti of their thoughts