Invisible

Day burns down to night;

Burns the edges of my soul.

In the night I break into sparks of suns,

And become the fires end.

The dust of bones.

Night knifes my breath,

Swallows whole my tongue.

Turn back, reverse, return.

In the night I see

The real concealed,

In the days bright lies.

Eyes stitched shut;

White teeth smile.

Sleep walks,

And talks,

And feet.

Mark time,

To the drumless beat.