Dogs 2011

EYELID THEATER
(4/7/11)


I close
my eyes
and the show
begins

I see
light
patterns
images fading
in and out
of my
perception

day
night
complete darkness
seem not
to differ
the visions

as a child
I thought
that they were
dreams
waiting
for my sleep

later
I recognized
them
as something
distinct

a metareality
differing insubstantially
from the sights
of my waking
existence

outlines
indistinct forms
sometimes faces
silently appraising
my probing
curiosity

they smile
they laugh
they grimace
they question
but never
do they utter
a sound

a deaf
and dumb
black
and white
world
where
I cannot seem
to delve
beyond
the surface
level

yet
I continue
to try
at those times
when I remember
to favor
the inner
over the
outer

forgive me
if my lids
grow lax

I still
hear you
but visually
I drift

go ahead

you try

they
ARE
in there

I cannot
be
the only
one