Lucid moments give no relief
To the age ravaged carapace lying there
Suspended in a time warp conundrum
As fragile as last nights dreams become
Once the eyes open --triggering delete
But not for this carapace
For last nights dreams don't retreat
Vivid is the absolute epitome
Of dreamloop interlocking reality
Dead reckoning eyes beckoning
For a listener of the silent air
To look past the myopic rheuminations
And see the plea desperately flashing
While the lucid light is lit
Flickering like a candle in the wind
True ........but it's there to be seen
As the morning nurse rehearses
The stale and staid routine
Of caring for -without caring about
The warehouse stock beyond the count
The silent ones or the ones that shout
All add up to their final amount
To that
Someone is alway paying attention
Its a hell of a world were all so busy building

"Help me ..please help me...please ...
....Its not a dream"
The eyes scream
As the tears begin to stream
"Look you stupid *****
Can you not recognize
Do you not realize I'm still in here
I still exist
I can't resist ... I CANNOT RESIST."
The neon eyes stop flickering
As they watch the potential savior
Continue the daily routine
Out the door and onto more
Beseaching eyes in the next room
The next ward
Taking stock
Assessing the value of
The mechanism---as a whole
No thought to the poor soul
Suffering beyond the loss of body control
And in lucid  horror the terror
Suddenly
Appears in the doorway
White garbed attendant -cigarette smell in tow
Leaning in to show a sickly grin
Whispering to the carapace
"I'm going home now...no need to cry
I'll be around to see you tonight."
Then looking straight into her eyes
"You can't tell nobody
And I know you really like it
Don't you.? Yeah you do! "