LISTENING TO MAHLER AT NIGHT ON THE PRT GOING BACK TO TOWERS

sub-thought

here comes the night

out reflection of front window

in back window

vast whisper-

ing red and blue lights

and buildings

in the distance

approaching a point

that gyrates with

an axis

this island

this lighted cabin

with oracles inside

i’ve never drunk-cried

i went to high school

with this person who i saw crying

who was dragged off

rain fell

i feel guilty

like a trespasser

going under a tunnel

then light

and people walking

o bright flowering

electric shapes

there are parts of it

i don’t understand

i don’t remember

the face

must be

not all computer

maybe some art

a canoe going over

a waterfall

a concept

i am beckoned by

numbers

i can’t see

i think i know

new spirits

weird transmissions

that flow like

lava lamp

and almost electrocute me

i see stars

i see many

four-cornered

windows and

one of them is mine

it is dark before i turn

on the light

o head

o pivot and create

a new molecule

lonely possible rooms

with shadows that move

behind curtains

electricity

a sound

with the trees

half-illuminated

half-hallucinated

o sound

i fall into

the mine

REALITY 

entertainment

is a one-way mirror

the mirror entertains

a human being

or dolphin

saying, this is the realm

of possibility

i have stopped worrying

about being

a robot

version of me

with unfamiliar eyes

but i have other worries

in movie theaters

that carry me into deep space

disorder

like television static

motions

i don’t see

where did i come from?

i came from over there

to bare my grown-up teeth

to be reflected

i watch my dream moving

between two floating screens

i am fixing

i am the gazer

red hydrogen cloud

in oxygen skull

when i look at myself

i have to know for sure

i am there