light tight curtains   sprockets with their
hollow gape to latch and wind around the 
fingers of a giant  

alert   alert   ever open eyes and there it
sits pupils wide in waiting   fists tight at its
sides in the yawning of the waking frames
negatives across its lap 

smother names and trap your secrets in a
composition done so right    the more you 
fight the more you fight —

the more you want to lose