The Black Trance - Argyle Goolsby

The particles collide

The storm’s in stride

The mouth of night

Is charged and open wide

There stands a man

A stained-glass phantom

He’s locked away

In a softer state

The hands that stab

The hands that grab

I’m caught beneath the weight

I’m on your rooftop

Singing songs

I seek the unlocked gate

The particles collide

The storms in stride

The mouth of night

Is charged and open wide

With lungs of rain

The ghost finds tracks

And then perambulates upon

The windowpane

The hands that stab

The hands that grab

I’m caught beneath the wait

I’m on your rooftop

Singing songs

I seek the unlocked gate

Night’s breath sends home

Bright, bolted bones

Racing fingers of electric form

Somnambulist

(Caught in the black trance!)

Paralyzed

(Deep in the black trance!)

Paralyzed

In never-dawn