resolution

[diatomaceous]

seven years...
my eyelids were painted
to resemble open eyes
i watched from inside
projected
against a fleshy screen
images scrolling
from a future life,
a lucid dream starring
a sensing, sentient
and happy me

it's a wonder
i avoided as many
light posts, road signs
speeding cars, what with
all the sleepwalking and
silent movie watching

survival happens when you least expect it
joy arrives as predicted, yet
unannounced
a pleasant surprise
if ever one existed