Inside an Eyeball

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