Void of toasted caramel creeps just there somewhere . 

Wake most nights watching unedited spools flow into and out of the body. Rapid hostage. Urinate; think the worst thoughts.

Dawn light; use words like ‘spectral’ & ‘infinity’. Know that there is something outside to catch onto often enough. Many times, not. Retreat into a cold infinity of spectral wonder. 

Your notion of self so frail it could fritz into a cloud of dust motes; exploding silently inside the sugary breeze. Ah, it’s a cake being baked below. Filling the room now.

A slip of the tongue; a chance blending of interactions. The newly renovated toilet block excoriated for diverting pleasure plans.               

                                              Solid wound base lines in the mud suck glow lights from across the living room; try to understand all this. Breathing in and out the anechoic family unit moves slowly along the track; in our mobile empires of nothing. Grandiose patriarch; resourceful matriarch. Look up from underneath splendour; lay flat on your back and twizzle a bauble just so. Watch your face reflected, all bloated; full of joyful entropy. You can do it all, they say, as you rock back and forth in the happy baby position; a boulder perched on the edge of an abyss rolls silently into infinity.