I extinguish the lamp

In its sudden hush,
stray light flees
into the steep abyss of dark –
to be smothered in a distant imaginary,
like life-conditions in ageing skin,
as the frequencies of living & dead
course through the Transformer of Night

The body draws inward in the space of dark,
an anonymous being beneath the beams,
sealed in a sheet
like skin soaked with blotting paper,
surrounded by name, by address –
unreal within the blind perception
of old migraine-cons,
where all is impersonal;
a balancing act on slender margins,
imagining someone who has never / always been