His skin burrs muffled metal edges. Neck In cold, encasing ring. His eyes entrapped In pictograms: dark absences cast on A speckled warming, imperfect light.
Rough heat of other-body And other-body-probably. The mishapen lumpen Masses are fuzzy in the Outlines of his eyes.
Sparse noise parallels cut-out rising "Sun" And "Fish" and "Lake" and "Tree". He watches the Cut-out "Sun" be Replaced by The cut-out "Moon".
Cut-out "Fish" half circle Surface of cut-out "Lake". Cut-out "Man" Sputters cut-out behind "Words" in cut-out "World" Next to cut-out "Tree". He would speak, Too: "Cut-out" "Words"; "Cut-out" reply.
When the crescent absence Falls, the "world"
Stops.
I'm splitting this poem up into parts. I like how the scattered posts is reflective of the scattered consciousness of the man in the cave.