SAFETY

Sometimes
I sleep,
my eyes
pinned open
by lucid needles.
Orbs leaking
because
dry will
bring
an extinct thirst
originating
in
nearby
ripened
nuclei.
Transparent skewers
rending
ancient saline
exterior.

Sometimes
I wake up,
my eyes
sewn shut
by
invisible threads.
I cry silent
since
loud will
ruin
the only safe
created
by
distant
childlike
synapses.
Organic fibers
keeping
infantile tears
intestinal.

10/19/10