Zywa
Escape-room
The king has the key
to the locks on the outside
and that is precisely the problem
for that king is me
locked up in this pyramid
It's a koan
and it's not funny
Desperately I shout answers
in the dark, groping
I stumble on and
at last the door opens
to another dark room
so Vantablack that depth disappears
I am blind, too tired to cry
I sit down, lie down
in a fantasised sarcophagus -
buried in myself, sinking
out of my consciousness
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