The Truth about Corners

You know that you are followed from behind

Of every room; from every corner round,

They watch us and they judge us – not too kind,

They’re not too kind, not of our kind or bound.

These corners, then, in turn have corners too,

And corners corners to the reach of space;

So endless time allows an endless queue

And endless are the spaces they encase.

So when I speak, I speak to such a group,

Aware of an infinitude of eyes;

This spins my brain a dizzy loop-de-loop

While hearing their infinitude of sighs.

So this is all I have within my mind,

And this is why, to here and now, I'm blind.