Days…plagued by spying eyes…kaleidoscopic sieves of life in mercurial projection…following a discovery of trance in the angles of my form…the temper of my thoughts can’t free from the restraints of my silence…they fever an osmosis and solder upon the dusky wings…this anomaly of curiosity…carrying an imprint of me through astral realms…to the voyeur…who reads me…intimately…

E.A. O'Connell. November 2018