hollow paper dolls argue over fragments, collection plates in a bulbless mirror slickening my strife. yes, but, these pains are like sand, everywhere and sticky. prisoner agony adrift in shackles and confined to freedom, these minimarble flavors caress my throat, capturing my lungs in cascading crimes until i, the sandman, swallow me whole as digestive relief. the worst is over. blind spot reveals desertbeach castles network destructive seas. celebrate, collect, collaborate, cover, cooperate, collide, complicate, and compromise. paperdolls. i choke on the longing for these pains like sand, nowhere and tricky. mental cartwheel somersault tumbleweeding around a spinning gyroscope effortless atop this rape which catapults our furnace, billowing marvelous exhaust plumes in gentle ellipses around the sun, without ever acknowledging my being.