Up There

She's so high
Her head is floating
Her feet are missing
She can touch the hours,
the departures, all exits, and voids...

She can touch lights, welcomings, and arrivals.
She can cut water in slices brought by liquified bones
And squared deep red, yellow, and blue
pearl eyes arise
And the eyes watch her
Reflect the worst of her

She's so high that
her body trembels in moisture.
As her brain splits open,
a hand sticks a torch in her cranium.
Ashes are left and they do not bother her much
She seems to have better consciousness
but she's still up there
or down in the deep ocean bottom
watching sea snakes and
having salt water invading her nostrils
Her nails grow as she swims
and her teeth are loose
Little dots, slashes, and dashes
dive in this water zoo
Curvy dice does not work fine
on the control of this high.