whisper

the ridges of
 your body fold 
 resembling pulp
 in sheets
  
 the scent of 
 black and white
 fabric stripes 
 who is it
 it smells like?
  
 so many
 elephants
 in the head
 composed of 
 empty space
  
 know that
 yellow room
 dizzy flumes 
 glistening in your eyes 
  
 shut inwards
 shut inwards 
  
 beads of eyes
 caress your chin
 marks on the skin
 engulf toothy grin 
  
 all those folded slips 
 reminders that you exist
 filled with marks who will whisper 
 that from ignorance comes 
 bliss
  
 shut inwards
 shut inwards
 shut inwards
 ignorance is bliss
  
 shut inwards
 shut inwards
 shut inwards 
 ignorance is