Coming off Life Support

Beyond this Wikiloop…shadows don’t add up
and the locked box lies
beyond the picture frame…I am all silver wire
that has no zip left in it…a fragile line
holds me in this/this/this…call it…
call it shackle-shadow…this line
where names have no faces…looming in
call them unknown numbers
                            hanging
between…call it walled/wild…call it flat
line shine…call it staring down
the wrong end of binoculars
call it this: floodlit mist…pulsing coral cataract…
call it faceless voice…breath…
call it random…
call it turn…
call it eye
blink…
call it stretch…….
                turn turn turn
call it hum…
call it quiet fury…
call it mine…
call it……