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

Poem 2187
Amsterdam, 2019-03-30

Koan ("public matter") = a riddle that gives insight into life
Collection: Local traffic 
Keyword: Awareness: senses 
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