Musings into undisclosed enormities make me tick
these are neither matter nor nothing but form
all are veiled like sculptures about to be presented
still, I don't know what they are
only that they are dead and cold to my stare
I see that anything might happen behind that veil
Veil, I said, no, rather like sheets, stolen from my bed
I shall have to sleep in rags from now on
not so these enormous thingies, they will sleep in style
and sleep they do, don't budge in the least when I poke them
their breathing sounds are delusive, may be hummings
or even a death rattle
Invaded my bed they did, stepped on my private life
used each disaster as a stepping stone, but still in hiding
I yank at some of the veils, but they don't come down
What teaser-contraptions, hollow or solid they take the scene
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