I extinguish the lamp

In its sudden hush,

stray light flees

into the steep abyss of dark –

to be smothered in a distant imaginary,

like life-conditions in ageing skin,

as the frequencies of living & dead

course through the Transformer of Night

The body draws inward in the space of dark,

an anonymous being beneath the beams,

sealed in a sheet

like skin soaked with blotting paper,

surrounded by name, by address –

unreal within the blind perception

of old migraine-cons,

where all is impersonal;

a balancing act on slender margins,

imagining someone who has never / always been