Monolithic Form

I try not to see things,
but even when my eyes
are closed,
some things
still want to be seen;
the monolith standing,
as though a tower
above me, but
there is a crack
that has formed,
racing up the side
like a seam
about to burst
but where there are
no seams,
and as I come closer
to inspect the beginning
my fingers reach
with eyes opening,
where I can just barely see,
inside the vision now,
where the light reaches,
and I know I am in there
somewhere also hidden,
inside this monolithic form.

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