GHOST LEAVES THE FRAME

Digging from distant frame
physical
push through- leaving sleeping flesh
things
piles of layered cloth
towling denim cotton
patterns heaving yet steady as smooth oceans
steel ,beaten, ribbed 
varnished dark wooden Trojans 
electronic interfering vibrations
stinging home placed nooses
meaningless cloudy place

Framed 
lighter - cast upwards out of control
forever drunk in dizzy spiral

closing doors -never opened
jailed in tiny rows-brick reefs

THE FRAME SLUMPS
FAITHFUL PAINED FRAME
THE LEATHER THRONE 
WRAPS IN COVER
SHROUDS ITS SECRET
HIGH
YET I SEE THE FRAME STILL
IT AWAITS COLUMBUS OR MAGELLAN 

me
even this sounds earthbound
me 
small  flailing washed ashore speck
me
this becomes faint
me
it falls from the tongue in thought
it falls