Blind Proxy

red wet cheeks protest imminent death
clam hands stroke crowds of suspicious eyes smiling
blood swirls in dizzy dances from weak fingers to butterfly brains
can't see, the city is growling-beckoning with sounds of blind diamond light
piercing through the darkness of slammed eyelids
asphalt tears mark carefully chosen steps
finally the street, then the house
at last the creak of a known door
my bed, I could sleep for ten thousand years
forget my hands and Monarch colored mind
to spite the city and... everyone in it