I can see it

[spankmyllama]

ardent down pours
of tumultuous grace
superfluous as fingertips
tainted by laconic
non-flowing speech
without end
upon bulging heads
each and every conditional morning
caught with absolute, complete, altogether
unknowingness
of the eyes (lidded film cans)
played out through the inward projector
across taut screens
of milky white flesh