-- previously published by Longhouse poetry --The point at which
you can get
your eyelids to drift,

tethered,
like seaweed,

by thinking about it.
Then imagine yourself eyeless.


     *

The spontaneity with which
a bubble breaks away,

flies to the surface
and pops

as if finding something out.
                                     


     *

Now
in a vacuum

with virtuals
as probes

or as little
alarms
going off