Hall of Mirrors
Turn the corner
Lights go out
Flash of the inner eye
Those lights go out
Eyes grow used to the dark
See nothing
Turn to go back round the corner
Hoping the lights will be restored
They are not
So the corner has lost meaning
Just me and the dark
Which the eyes have grown used to
Still see nothing
Time goes by
Stay fed and reasonably rested
Don’t remember how
Do remember there was light once
Before I turned the corner