The absorbers of everything and of nothing,
had lost their transparency as darkness had crept in.
Their silence was the blackness of my thoughts,
the opening and shutting of my mind.

My head now beyond lightness of day.

In hanging up my coat,
I had blocked the light from an empty window.
The iris of my soul,
a window to my world.

Now my pinheaded pupils had become accumulators of darkness
My window of opportunity becoming smaller and hidden.

They had organised it so.

No shelf to leave my letters of goodbye.
No ornament to place my candle in.
Soon I would find it difficult to breath
as the window was sealed shut and the air was running out.

The only thing I could hear,
the humming in my ears left over from my dying shout.