I looked at the grey sill of the window

And the sun smacked right off it like a punch

In my eye. Nothing left but to follow

That with another smacker, I’ve a hunch,

In the other socket. Yep, "Let’s go blind

To the world together!" say my dim eyes,

Kindly offering to shut off routes to MIND

THING, the overseer, drawer of sighs.

Four other fuckers, though, will not withdraw

Their friendly passage to the sorry things

That sit this side and that of the white door

And wait to brush me with your gone, ghostly wings.

‘Can’t believe my senses.’, that’s what I say

They’ll only tell me that you’ve gone away.