Truth's Glutted Box Poem by Paul Celano

Feeling unparalleled
Uncomfortably disconnected
Baffled in one's own still reality

Sitting in a chill hollow theater
A sharp lit lantern glistens from above
Frying the lid of the huddled mind

Sore eyes glazed over
Watching a hushed movie called life
The characters known and their euphoria
The whole story just seems absolute
Only to one's imagination glasses

Seeing the whole kindled screen
The still beating heart can tell something is missing

Cheerless eyes start to wipe off the fake
Each drive of coral to the heart
Opens truth's glutted box

The one watching is the missing
The story was never whole
For the characters were embedded in life's credits
And the one watching was forgotten