That brick wall
I smacked into
Smashed my sunglasses

I'm not complaining

It's less an excuse
Than an explanation
For why I can't see

I hear shards tinkle
To the concrete
Foundation and blindly
Step into my dark room

There's nowhere to go
In the mirrored cube

The beam from the lighter
Degrades over time
As it bounces
About the infinite
Reflections inside

A swinging bare bulb outside
Cracks against the bricks
Between water drips
In the drain on the floor

I wake later on the cot
In the box
Startled by my glowing green
Misfits shirt
Repeated down
The hall of images

Underneath I wear
A glass suit
With a silver lining
And looking closely
At my sleeve
I notice my face
In the watery gloss
Of an eyeball

Crushed
The shades
Will make
Particulate dust

Up will go the walls
Into the smoke as
My vision adjusts
To the falling night

A cat will soon follow
My moon shadow
With double sight

The last place
I'll look is under
The surface then

I'd try to buff
The skin until
Every part is
Shiny and smooth

Each warp and pinch
Would show me there
Because in the visible
Spectrum I am
Completely naked

When the sun rises
Again it might explode
This universe

The cell's mirrors
Could be two-way

Everything gained

Nothing is lost

Within it I'm a star