For fixation in the tunnel
Narrow seeing glasses
No sex
Thrilling acts
Enclosed
From a letter
Running mind
Inside
Pouring out the tears
I have not cried
I have not made things
Dots though
What was
None of its real
A shadow speaking
To the mask
Speaking to the walls
Speaking
At this point
In time
Decompressing in layers
One aspect at a time
What is left
In a jar
Somewhere else
That never existed
Whisper to yourself at night
Truth
Forgetting by then
To stand
Run
Play
Collapse into it
For awhile
Hazy Acres 
Your Thoughts