snow storm

warm sunlight
turns porcelain into
liquid gold,
and blue eyes
into stormy seas
where waves crash,
whirlpools flourish
and lightning turns saline crystals
into pigments of light.

it's similar.
skipping vision and
no sense for
anything maybe at all.
but carousels in your head
(constant clockwise turns and
circus music)
and an entire body under the curse
of sleep
is different.

ask for marks you will
eventually cover up
and paint nails
you use for dirty work

you are a giant body of
waste.
70% water
and waste.

you skim your eyes over
the words,
and opaque black silk
settles on your shoulders

but you figure
do not fret,
the silk is really
red
when you wipe the film
from your eyes.