If you can see through them they are real

Withered eyes
Silver-wire temples
Talisman hear
Ginger snap skin
Wet paper skin
Broken in

Awake at four
Asleep at ten
In the AM
Showerless
Powerless
Hourless

Rows of books
Decks of cards
Stacks of letters
Turn them
Cut them
Cut them

Lunch again
Sit in that spot
Creaking chair bones
Sugarless
Tasteless
Eat less

Pay for time
Get some change
To jingle in the robe
Nickels
Rubbed
Together

Asleep at four
Awake at ten
In the PM
Agates
Aloft
Against the lamp light