plato's cave

this is new

feels like I'm trapped

inside a cave-

a shadow on the wall

while my archetype

rummages

above ground

searching for clues

to my existence.

I've been exiled.

decoupled from the passage

of time.

a cellar dweller

burrowed

deep

in

a

gown

of human

contingency.

earlier today

I was eating sausage

and sauerkraut,

and now

I'm writing poetry

in complete darkness.