you wish for mirrors on your eyelids.

planted between ringing tones of protrusion and subtle notes that scream "hear me"

bring it in, don't let go of the capabilities of your mind

set loose by stinging thoughts of normality and compliance to unwritten rules

strap the buckle across ambition,

replace with inhibition

pace yourself to the sinuous feeling of settling into place

it is hard to match your shining eyes when my

bones are back at a table removed from the room, soaked in humanity

someday fabric will lightly tug against the traces of my skin,

and my fingertips will be appreciated for the thoughts they can imagine

and my fingernails thrash at cutting edge danger

waking you up from the glassy box that occupies your all