I Think Therefore I Am?

dying…

we are seeking inside there to grasp the lurking shadows

that constantly, from our innermost, secretly make us

It is only in that estranged kingdom, in the entrails of that realm,

 that we hope we will find our faces

tonight we endeavor to infiltrate that world, even

if it is only to barely graze with the tips of our fingers

the contours of those depositories of our faces, their veiled

reflections that pernoctate in the dark of our innermost-selves

hidden so cruelly from us by our consciousness until death

From the perspective of this eternal sleep,

I don’t really remember if we ever got our wish.

Do you?