My eyes are upright-side left-down to themselves
I contain all they see
While I see anything, it contains all of nothing
I am as naive as the decay of atoms allows
I am no more than an apple midair
Beckoning the ground and slanting its slope
I am my vowel
My only
A word in itself
I need to take those clothes out of the dryer.
I can’t trip the emotions sensors
In this low-pitch darkness
In my chair
Clocks dizzy themselve
While books loft to and thru the ceiling tiles
In my air
Somewhere in the saline floats what I lack
I’ll never see beyond its varnish of my vision
The hunch in my back leads no closer to a conclusion
I need to take those noodles out of the microwave.
I can magnify the sand within the soil
I can magnify the sand within the soul
I can stress this enough
I can’t imprint a truth beyond my breath
I’ll exhale it into a deflated binding
And place it askew on a shelf
Someone else’s words in my order
Black in the light can’t compare
To white in the dark
I need to take a nap