For a moment I see light through the incandescence of a cell phone screen in the dim light of my home
The warmth comes through the speakers like a water buoy flashing on a dark sea.
Time stands still and I sit in purgatory talking through the pain-
Like sitting on a warm subway grate in the freezing rain.
Then you have to go to get something to eat
And it's back to the blind experience in the LSC.
Crawling through a tunnel like one looking for their glasses in a midnight street.
The lamps have not been lit and there's so many demons looking for me.
Ironic I should face demons in this darkness on a Sunday-
The hell is not quite over yet, tomorrow welcomes Monday.
I will have my week to live in silent aberration
Like stepping up a step to find there's still an infinite number of revelations.
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