interior years
are not coherent
and the way out
vanished without
any memorable
parting words,
rather, the exit never
even announced
itself present or bothered
to leave a note.
Consequently,
eyes roll around
in sockets seeking
alleviation from the air
that slips ever
further around them
in the exterior face
of interior years.
Until they rest,
eyelid steam valves
scream and buckle.
The pressure of just
one long interior year –
or is it two, or was
it three, or will it be four?
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