Plato’s cave was huge,

hundred inch,

twelve K,

No ads,

forced to watch.

 

Something was stressing and boiling

inside my spin,

inside my muscles,

waiting to come out of my fingers

on the keyboard.

 

Sssshhhhh

 

It’s sliding,

and melting,

doing some plasma dance,

forgiving itself,

for being mean and jerk,

ignoring the reflection

of its own eye.

 

It came out with a

sneeze,

like a…

like a…

like a…

I don’t know,

like a sneeze?