I hear sounds that my mouth didn’t make.
I hear words that you don’t ever say.
There’s a door, there’s a door to the cage.
I’m not afraid. I’m not afraid yet.
I see patterns of light in the dark.
When the red opens up, there’s a star.
In the sensory cave that you made; I lie awake.
I’m still awake.
I can’t move, like I’m stuck in the mud, I’m up to my neck.
Face in the flood, my feet in cement. Hey—
I’m confused by the shapes in the dark.
The thoughts in my head.
I know I’m alive, I thought I was dead.
words - palavras
thoughts - pensamentos
thought - pensamento
there - há
stuck - preso
stretch - esticam
still - ainda
patterns - padrões
shapes - formas
stairs - escadas
cathedral - catedral
outside - lado de fora