The Leidenfrost Effect

."dancing drops".

It's not impossible to put together broken glass
(but of course, you never really can fix a broken mirror)
Tortured pictures of nonlinear haggard faces;
That's what's shined into these eyes.

Walking away from the bathroom I pause.
Thinking about broken glass; broken memories.
Memories put together like broken glass, tortured and torturing;
Distorted and distorting.

Deep wells full of frigid thoughts and razor claws on writing bodies;
Making themselves known.
Bubbling ice liquids, dense, and everywhere now.
Liquid abandonment.
Gaseous despair.
Solid failure.
My mind in transition.
Looking for something like home.
I've been looking so long it's staining my eyes, walking so far it's Stopping to hurt.
Like a scientologist posing as a microscopist or a white man,
On a long walk from a red ghetto.
Still distorted, torturing, distorting, tortured... remembering broken Mirrors.

Then come feelings of home so very warm I can feel them for real at Great Distances.
It wants to touch me, I want to be touched. Warmly;
Something that's all we'll ever need.

(baby doll)

The Leidenfrost effect.

(a void in me)

I can pretend the meaning away but the thoughts still play.
Troubled meaning into troubled thinking;
Troubled living.

Darkness, my new home's now the darkness.
Violently flattened, evaporated by the light and the warmth,
Only getting so close...
But,
Never to touch.
Now the old home repels me;
Threatens to boil me.

So I've gone too far into the dark.
Stayed too long out in the cold.
Looked too close into my broken mirror.
The difference too great now, from what is the old.
(I can never go back)
Sigh. . .

Walking back into the bathroom, I pause.
Then walk further ahead. . .
I wash my hands, silently, pondering
Secretly pretending the meaning away.

I can never go home. i can never go home.

Look into the mirror - pretty face, broken mind. (shattered mirror)
Nothing really matters.
But those words, still play.