Seated yet staring, glaring yet gazing with a glazed eye
folded, looking inside
drinking in the light as it intermittently goes by

and for some reason it streams in as softness
shattering in slanted, revealing its loftiness

Behind your eyelids it flashes and flows
you can feel it
that emotion too too to wonder if someone else knows
that you need it

Squeeze them shut more tightly
maybe if you see it hard enough
they’ll come back to you, rightly
in their place
before there was just empty space

Suddenly you’re back and look down at your hands
pushing into themselves
grasping at nothing that still stands