Ignorance

There’s such beauty in keeping the eyes closed,

where dust and decay get stuffed into a box

and that canvas of blackness

can be painted into a beautiful tapestry

filled with images that are so alive

even if they aren’t remote real.

 

Oh the music hummed to silence

the creeping sounds of little feet,

those rodents who exist to eat away

at all those collections of clutter

 

carefully stored within the mind.

 

What bliss bewitches

in its beautiful delusion

when you can just pretend

all those strange disturbing noises

really don’t exists.

 

Just keep on seeing pristine paradise

thought the little rumbles rage

swallow that fear,

subdue the anxiety,

how wonderful the feel

when you only visualize

pure and perfect,

never allowing any possible creatures

to come from underneath the bed.

 

And it works so well

right up to the point

that small animal actually moves

because you can’t ever know for sure

if it was an attempt to react

unto a predator

who will seek to eat

both that snack and you.