Cotton ***** replacing eyeballs,
light bulb socket eye sockets
glimpsing a contrast computer screen under sullen light;
small talk in the room behind me.

They're really getting into it
three quarters over the line between
I really don't know
and I really don't care.

One foot constraining the other end of reality.

And it's like everyone is shaven down
by their own empty hours
into glazen-eyed laughter.

Forward progress into
counting dirt
in a hole.