cavity

safety in concrete  
buried in soil.  

like dresden, 1945.  
 
they say  
it's my defense mechanism.  
 
sometimes  
i am the heart  
beating against its ribs,  
yearning to be part of the world.  
 
sometimes though,  
more than i'll admit,  
i am unsure  
where shelter ends  
and where entombment begins.  
 
the world is a  
living, breathing  
wreck.  
 
the universe is a drunkard  
blacking out in an alleyway.  
 
a lack of oxygen to the brain,  
and now we see stars.  
 
light can pass through sodium rich eyes like stellar scintillation.  
 
remember
light is just an instrument  
to measure the darkness.