POEM
Your Closed Eyes
Your closed eyes turn your thoughts inside.
Your mind's backbone combs through
The blinders you've found for your life --
Coming up with fixed, used smiles.
The memories have split you end to end, So you like showing
Your walls and your mirrors and your bars.
It's your show. A prison sound creaks in thinning smoke.
You make cold-and-alone So easy.
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