#millie performing

step-by-step,

I'm walking through the plane

my eyes are closed

but I can barely notice

singing, tuning up

to the radio waves.

I'm here now

my third eye is out.

restraints are on my ankles

wrists, my neck, my midriff,

my body doesn't mind it

tie me up. How do you see fit

My shells are pointed t'wards you.

My bulbs are in their box.

My pins are on the cushions.

Where is the key to this lock?

my chest of drawers has vintage doorknobs

ridged in particular ways

my house plants are flowering year round

I relate to that state

singing, the images helps me to visualise all the sensations

overwhelmed with the emotion, energy, colour and vibrations

I can only hope to add to the repertoire

as it continues to grow,

but when my eyes lids get heavy

I just look back at those archived posts

I speak my own language around you

and it's hard because I say so much

I speak my own language around you

but we have similar sibilant tongues.

I speak my own language around you.

Never mind my ciphers

I speak my own language around you.