i am a glass bird
pecking
at the keys
in the futility of feeling
anything
but lost
much like the bird
i cannot reckon
my own
fictional existence
in diction
in fiction
in prose
i expose
that when the man
was removed
from the cave
in plato’s allegory
he spent
the rest of his life
missing the darkness
that defined
the world

she was that
definition
while i
blindfold myself
in hopes of retaining
the dark