visions

i can't draw

- one of those unceasing shames to someone with vision -

impotent fingertips

unhinged from frayed string hanging off my spine

unable to translate the revelations in my mind

into images on a page

a canvas is a Bad Place

somewhere I've gone to seek release

and left holding chicken scratch resentment

a sigil of unavoidable failure

incompetence

i can't draw

- and trying feels like screaming out silence

with a symphony in your throat -

but i can turn

a revelation legible

skip over middlemen of paint and brush

and etch these feverdream words right in the back of your eyelids

so clear

that what i see

will be all you ever see

in your sleep