I'm being chewed to bits
in tiny fits
awakened by an ancient sound
from underground
hatched anew upon this prison bed
the thing has bred
all in my head
and the liar screams outside my cell
"You little shits!"

You may think you know this room
but don't assume
those colours changing all the time
within your mind
you feel enlightened by the words
that all have heard
yet aren't absurd
and the liar screams out in the hall
"This is a tomb!"

There may be a better way
beyond some day
it could be her or him or me
might learn to see
blinking back the flooding light
after the night
feels not quite right
but the liar screams he sees it too
"It's not at bay!"

- R.K. Finch

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