I can walk a well lit hall
as if bathed in shadow
I can cross a pedestrian street
while caverns of purgatory
yawn on each side
down the depths of hell
I can carry a conversation
while an ice serpent
writhes across my tongue
and imps of nearby tombs
tug loose sheets of fabric
from my hearing
so yeah
I can hear you, I can see you
just not like you think