In the dead of night
Fingers,
Unfurl
In the darkness
Eyes open and close
This is a world on its knees
There are lights here
But no one can see
She says who are you?
In the dusky gloom
Comes an answer
Fully formed
Out of my mouth
Before I can think
I don’t know
Anymore
I am no longer a fixed point
I live outside my body
Twixt
The rooms, the furniture
The functions
I am shrunken
I inhabit the world around me
But it has faded
And I have grown
Smaller
There is no one here
I must have misheard
That was a voice
On the edge of the darkness
Was I awake or
Asleep
The words came
On the cusp
Of consciousness
So they seemed real
And the answer was true
I don’t remember who I am
Only the furniture I use
Unwild me now please
Give me structure
Give me bars
Paint my cage with rules
Pedicure, manicure
Haircut
Tim, taut, tan
Make me up
Because
Turns out
I was made up
The trappings of being
Somebody
Civilisation
Are gone
There is some- body
Left here I suppose
Arms, legs,
A vague idea
Of being
But me has floated away
Downstream
I lie here in the early dawn
Firm in the knowledge
I am not any- body
Yet I am not anybody
Anymore
It takes my breath away
But no one sees
So still I breathe
I wake to routine
To tapping on a keyboard
In an airless room
And I am still unsure
If I don’t touch the keys
How is it words still appear
How do I know
How can I tell
If I am even here
And then the groceries
Arrive
And there is reprieve
Real people eat
I must be something
Sometime once
I am sure now
But I was half this morning
And I remember now,
Once I was complete
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