on the highway......doors

Beyond dark shaped hands and bridges of sand

Stay here

there

nearby those howling hours

Thrown at you 

muddy faces and daemonic laughs

on a Great Wheel 

Still turning the pages

to your post-phoned wishes

flirting to pillars

Quietly smoothes the chairs 

dirty-inked

to blackned insights

on walls

Look at it!

What I've done?!

You might breathe on glowing-sparkled scent

 to fallen catalepsy’s 

or visions of screams to none...When?!

Now you'll write down elusive sights across my window pane

.....above the cloudy sky