It makes me sick to see your page
trapped in a parcel,
curled up like a sneering lip
but it never stays...
where are your ink spots today?
Thrown up to the sky
how they stick and spy down
a million trapped winks in an ethereal zoo...
you play with windows
just to know about other sides
and to decide there is no one or the other
only sky speak
shatter glass to cut away the skin
you rise to play with lost letters
a starlit alphabet
words made that can't be said
on waves passed
through sleep drawn eyes