I seated upon the pillowed ground.
Looking up, astounded to witness
An odious dream.
Ceiling lights lit mid-day,
a dark eye crept.
Spells overcame the senses, as the mirror asked,

"are you still there?"

"Still There?"

The avoided sky pure darkness.
A void inside surged, the eye was gone.
I thought the feeling fearfully familiar,
again witnessing what eclipses cause.

Although concluded,
the sky's story proceeded in revenant.
Ancient ways and horrid days
Keep cage doors wide open.

Am I still there?