Your eyes are the only escape here.
brilliant beams shoot, swooshing to and fro
these blinding laser lights melt a white-hot
because once they were few and daringly dim,
now they are thousands, millions, zillions.
Any attention can’t refrain, yet
burning tubes rarely used or watched but by one
beyond the lights lies a dank deadened roof
solid, firm but isolated.
Nobody can be found however sound
refuses to down, books are thrown about,
boxes cascade and line the walls
white vanilla plain, bare with nothing to give.
Pristine metal clashes with dry dark oak
silver speckled sprayed radiators
pick key positions from which to warm
clothes stand on boxes, spilling out of them,
or crawl till they sprawl on the bear bottom.