2290: Dog’s Head

Fatigue stokes a fire
in my eyeballs until
briefly blinded by it

See how shadows’ll
form a dog’s head –
it howls & then falls

& becomes a ravine
of bared teeth [jaw
set open – climbers

crawl – enamel isn’t
giving any grip] – In
my eyes a tiredness

trawls an itchy net –
that vitreous ocean
of broken fibres – &

floaters will offer a
replayed shoal – All
I see are phantoms

& recalls of dream-
stacks [I sleep with
a constant visitant]

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