Upside down and inside out and on all eights. You're like a funnel-web. Like a black fly on the ceiling. Skinny white haunches high in the sky. And a black oily gash crawling backwards across the carpet. to smash all over everything. Wet black fur against the sun going down. Over the shops and the cars and the crowds in the town. And this is the moment. this is exactly where she is born to be. Now this is what she does and this is what she is. And this is the moment. this is exactly where she is born to be. This is what she does and this is what she is. Her eyes that look at me through a rainy hair. Two round holes where the air buckles and rushes in. Her body moon blue was a jellyfish. And I'm breathing deep and I'm there and I'm also not there. And spurting ink over the sheets. but she remains completely unexplained. Or maybe I'm just too tongue-tied to drink it up. and swallow back the pain. I thought slavery had been abolished. How come it's gone and reared its ugly head again?. And this is the moment. this is exactly what she is born to be. And this is what she does and this is what she is. And this is the moment. this is exactly what she is born to be. This is what she is and this is what she does. And this is the moment. this is exactly what she is born to be. And this is what she does and this is what she is. And this is the moment. this is exactly what she is born to be. Then this is what she does and this is what she is. And now she's jumping up with her leaping brain. Stepping over heaps of sleeping children. Disappearing and further up and spinning out again. Up and further up she goes up and out of the bed. Up and out of the bed and down the hall. where she stops for moment and turns and says. "Are you still here? ". And then reaches high and dangles herself. like a chil's dream from the rings of Saturn