When It’s Gone
Sonitus Randt

I saw my hand.
I saw my hand in front of the screen
At night.
I got it. I got it.
I’m not looking at things more than
They’re looking at me.
At this point you might think,
“He has lost his mind.”
Well, I did for that moment,
In order to find
The reality evident
Outside the mind.
Can there be inner life?
Just because of my eyes
I imagine my mind’s in my head,
But it’s lies.
It’s not anymore there than outside
On the lawn ‘cause what is it?
We don’t know so who knows
When it’s gone?