jumping off

colorless days. misty rain and cloud heavy eyelids. days when all i want to do is crawl under sheets. let the heavy blankets put their pressure down. and close my eyes. not to sleep. but to escape among the awaiting images. what i need now is words. words without sound. of flight. meaning flung from the edge of wings. cut through air. to escape the boundaries of space and time. between then and now. here or there. the secret of eyelashes. a cool palm against the forehead. mysterious constructions of the ways intangible moments get stuck. tricked right between the two lowest ribs.