Mine

Dark and you can’t see your hands.
This is not that world you’re in;
This is just a world in you.

Think of what it would be like
If you were trapped in a cave
Or a mine where small lives lived

Slow lives for a long, long time.
Think if they got in your head,
Worm threads, germs too small to see

Were there light to see them with,
Too small and still for your eyes
But now well sunk in your eyes

And your thoughts, which think to ask,
Are these in fact your thoughts now,
Your words blind, or are we mine?