Close your eyes and wonder:
Where am I in this darkness?
When nothing else exists, do I?
The people with their eyelids taped open
have snake-eyes that tunnel into the ground
and no relief from the blinding walls of their
neon-fluorescent enclosure and suffer sleep
without anesthetic dreams to dull the silence.
They have no rest, they do not blink -
there is a singular sadness in their look
that I once mistook for longing.
But for what would they search,
if nothing escaped them, if
everything they knew of
was right before
their very
eyes?
