A Bright White Pollution
I think maybe sometimes,
In the dark
I find myself incredibly capable of missing things
And here, in this place of quite repose
Faces spin past, and it is easier
To assume them nothing more
Than just a face
Pretty, ugly, average,
Nothing more
Each pair of eyes seems empty to me,
From this quite thoughtful world, I prefer to dwell.
But today, i am immersed in a bright
Violent
Caustic
Light
And when it breaks,
When the light cracks through,
And exposes my wrinkles and pimples
And grimaces and grins
I think
Just maybe
I feel what the bugs feel
When we dissect them in labs.
Where lights are bright,
And corners are hard.
And here in this quintessential place of harmful brilliance,
I am alone
Oh so alone
No one can come in i think…
Are they blind to my quiet, suffocating universe?
Where everything is crystal,
Crystal clear?
Can only i can break out,
Out,
Into that tranquil, tranquil darkness.
