Upon your eyes rests two globes
Unbalanced, population of comic characters
Heads swollen
Limbs shrivelled, a species known as
The weight upon the eyelids:
The world deciding to turn itself off, or tries to, or
At least it seems to you. What your body knows is to
Shut the blinds when the sun is out
Sun the moisture in your eyes
Till it evaporates, the surface foreign, skin
Never folding this way before. It does not know
How to clench a fist when there are no palm lines.
What your eyes know is to, like welts
Rising, rashes to pain, make a new line
Where your eyelids were.
Cry and always feels better after to
Close your eyes. Listen to the world go on
Without you, you
Waiting in a dark cinema
Watching the darkness.
The eternal and only thing within your control
Is this pause that you needed.
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