not awake

Thrown back against the corners of the evening
(I am arched back like a rainbow)
in negative shadows, the square points in or
(I am spread-eagle over the world)
points out, play with your eyes, touch it and
(I am open-armed flight into)
flat paper greets a hand that has no wrist that has no
(sinking into)
arm.
(cool soft sand, even rocks are soft)
I am anchored to the roundness of clouds
(when there are infinite rocks.)
with pins in my back.