Intermission

...my eyes stubbornly run towards the back of my head
as if they'd sooner face death than face I'm awake;
my face heads opposing the lights and the noise -
retrace, rewind, remember my voice!

Heading back somewhere else in the back of my head
an ice queen sets her puzzle and plays;
she stretches her pieces along my spine -
the keys got lost while being sung.


Time moves on forward and leaves me behind.