Does she love her?
She does not know her
Does she love herself?
She does not know herself
Will she love her?
She will never know her
Will she love herself?
She will never know herself
Did she love her?
She never knew
Did she love herself?
She never knew herself
She never knew
She crafted a mask of herself
To fend off disintegration
So humdrum a festive existence
Of tense and fragile hilarity
Her blind eyes shone hilarious
Upon her blind landscapes
Upon those blind skies
Upon blind seas
Eyes that never looked back
The voyeur himself called her peculiar
She took offence so hung herself
From a beam in the bedroom
From her blind tree in a blind forest
From the bough of the kind tree
That never swayed in reproach
Far from her soiled stale sheets
From stained blind wallpaper
Far from dead blind walls
From a dead shared flat
Far from being alone
Far from hilarity
Did he love her?
He never knew her
She never knew herself
She never knew