Inside an Eyeball

<p>hidden in the pocket of her heart's</p><p>chamber is a lamp for warmth.</p><p>comfort she discovers in a house</p><p>on the mystical planes of Barzakh...</p><p>the bridge</p><p>in a dance with the sister of doom</p><p>becoming a vivid lantern through</p><p>the act of falling on one's face</p><p>time and again...</p><p>lovely signs</p><p>as we borrow delicate hues from a</p><p>light upon light</p><p>to shine back into the world like a</p><p>prism...</p><p></p><p>her abode is an empty street with</p><p>fog and flickering lights for company</p><p>where spectres saunter and snicker at</p><p>the sight of her face.</p><p>a body ruined from languishing night after night</p><p>in search of the ideal door to knock on</p><p>a meeting with phantoms...</p><p>to touch a memory</p><p>or hold a moment</p><p>colours from a previous life...</p><p></p>