Sleep Corridor

Don’t touch

Airy silhouettes around us cling

to the graffiti walls

Neon lights turn into ghosts

when you fling to worm holes

Don’t touch

Insects trapped in amber

make their way to white

All my fingers crucified

and reborn in light

Follow not

Perchance you’ve dreamed

as the rain stops halfway

Modify there in your head

your hopscoth gone astray

Watch me dissapear

Like a Chesire cat grin

Layers all around

Water becomes clear

Please let go

My figure made of warps

and rippled

Please let go

My no man’s land

where your face is stippled