watching the moon through
the skylight protective filter
from reality
not having to touch it with my eyes
but just observe it from below
at a distance safe enough to ensure
I--feel--nothing
except the beat of my own heart
that even now begins to betray me
to my spirit
and that sound is not silenced
even as I sleep with the enemy
to distract and be someone
I am not...
as I stop listening,
and stop talking.
But I am not numb,
even as hard as I try,
the skylight is an illusion I use
to protect myself
when in reality
I'm slowly fading away
into the moonlight
that I've been hiding from
as I move through life.

October 24, 2007