nyc may 4 2002

when you're inside out. dreaming. waiting for darkness. and your eyes can't see what your eyes don't know. and i'm sleeping. dreaming of vision. and i'm dreaming, touching for feeling.

when my eyelids close and my eyelids open onto. and the trees are aflame. and a flower burns my vision. and my vision burns. and blurs. and all i taste is heat. concrete and cold. and my heart burns. and my heart stings. and i step outside ...