? Im Lost? Poem by seth kennedy

The sun goes down
and here I am
living the same old life
that I've lived - thousands of times again.

Sitting alone, in a small wooden box
playing a half strung guitar
for my dearest friend... the ceiling.

With a poem, I am.... in love, with communication
essentially, as always,
I write for no one, because initially - I am... no one
... yet, I continue to search,
for the connections, between something, or someone,
for some reason.......
this story, is already boring.

I feel like sitting in the middle of the street tonight,
while holding a light to my face,
.... so everyone can see who I am,
as the cars fly by,
turning the inside of my head, completely white,
walk with me.... with black sounds,
touch my insides, touch the ground, become cold
fold into me.... like a staple
entering flesh... I'm completely naked..
(NEW POEM BELOW)

.dead.
i found a hole in the air
so i put it into a cup
and filled it with shapes
like a sheep, i drank it
and wore it in my body, like my very own stare.

a single drop.. hung
from the tip of my accessory
as i gazed upon it
not quite remembering, where it came from
but i could have sworn
it was almost right there

4 legs wrapped in intimacy
absent of all fences
surrounded only in body.
my head - removed
as the apogee of collapsing weight
came.. crashing
sucking me through a hole
as raw as it is burning
as naked skin, is skinning,
and being touched, by jagged rust,
against the nerves
breaking
all sensitivity

i took my eyes... and watched
as a 6 sided box
spread open, and unfolded
into many
consuming
pieces
of space
that vacuumed, all of what
was once empty
Now answer me this! What makes us human? JEK