Identity

My eyes inhale
plumes of light,
cast their nets
into night,
dredging torrents
of colour
for sight.

My ears pluck
aural depictions:
separate fictions
from an overheard
mass of hard facts.

I sit perched on a wall
midst soft cascades
of neuronal blinking,
linking
flashes of naught
into coherent all.

Added @ 06:27 PM to Poetry category on September 29, 2003