behind_the_eyes past sparkling stars turn and spin, bursting out the pupil to overlay over the world a tiredness, a dull pounding, a building pressure threatening to burst, but yet again expanding delicately out but to sleep, to fall into chemical escape, to pull the plug and flush the toilet and spiral spiral away just to pop out again, new stars expanding and dancing like nightmare elephants with an unquenchable thirst discomfort mingling with enlightenment as the world zooms out and all becomes small the sky falls or is it a roof, filling a crumbling yawning crevice that was there but not for more than a moment and again the pressure behind the eyes 230617 ... past new functions fold and breathe. eyelashes like feelers, tasting the dark air and inhaling it deeply. beneath, their roots grow fractally and embed in the soft tissues behind the eyes. the interaction between the without and the within pulsates and hardens. 230628 what's it to you? who go blather from