Day burns down to night,
Burnsthe edge of my soul.
In the night I break into spark of suns,
and become fire’s end, the dust of bones…
Night knifes my breath,
Swallows whole my tongue,
Turn back, reverse, return.
In the night, I see,
The concealed in the day’s bright lie.
Eyes stitched shut, white teeth smile,
Sleep walks, and talks,
And feet mark time to the drumless beat..
-The Invisible (2007)