somwhere between fuse and fire

somewhere between fuse and fire,
between fugitive thought and busy dream,
an organ pumping fist
flexes,
knuckles stretching white,
ligaments pulsate,
quivering skin,
the invisible heart
vibrates, throbs, bleeds
in rhythm with the
bone that connects your wrist to the rest
of your
body.
somewhere between fugitive thought and busy dream
there is awake,
a daydream,
that phosphorescent cinema
launches a reel
onto undersides of saltwater skin,
the bulging veins of inside eyes,
that flashing light-
through lids' lash fix
with all the fuzz and wires
of decades
old,
when pupils dilate
to take it in,
the glittering movie of brain activity
that eyes don't see but
once
in a lifescreen.