A Different Mask.

Is there a place where imagination takes form? 

Refraction.

I am the refracted surface your eye reflects upon,

shattered into a million fragments

through the culling of the depth of your perception.

Artful Noise

Sometimes I create spirals of artful noise

to distract you from 
the visceral solitude of

a yearning that draws me into

the vacant stillness of empty streets

not yet haunted by the entrails

of lonely ghosts
seeking shelter from the night.