Bold is my little self

As I slip lightly behind the scenes

Peaking through cracks in the walls

At folk I’ve never seen

They look an aweful lot like men

but something’s stranger here

The eyes are missing

and the ears

No lips or nose or

sweaty brow

No face at all

Just husks of flesh and bone and nerve

And no You or Me Identity Just the mass of Bodies

Without name

I see them stumbling around in routine

Not unlike the sleeping mind