Poem--Seeing

Seeing

It was like He said
Let's put a black box
around your head
and cut a small ragged
circular hole in it
right in the center
just above the bridge
of your nose and cover
the hole with a million
year old, scratched up
gray filter. Then let's
light the room with dim
red bulbs accented with
a silver bright flashing
strobe light. And let's fill
the room with fog like
sublimating dry ice and
then send you in to pick up
a thousand black pins from
the deep pile dark green
carpet. If it doesn't seem
right just keep at it until
it does. And not knowing
any better you do.
poetry Drafts My writing

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