Grasping Light

As my ears whisper urgently
please *gulp* please
I close my eyes and think
*train in tunnel, gulp, gulp*
as though quantity is quality
when considering ears -
their implosive potentiality.

I sneak a peek at nowhere
sonically passing as feet
resonate the vibrating shake
and like a duplicate dream
the red-topped lady
blurs into spectred perspective
and my ears close in again

*gulp gulp close your eyes*
the remaining reflection
stops me. Tunnel, night
composite in my gulping mind
as my eyes close, open again
until mid-burning transients
swim the ply-glass gradients
in the dark side, that is mine.

I barely respond, the source
a neon dirge to speck-flung souls
and close my eyes again -
consider my wracking bladder,
the reaching bleep of phones
and the pressing tingle of
feet and floor.