The Tesseract

Came in the form of a murder room

Covered entirely in plastic

One dimension inside another & the

Victim strapped to the steel gurney

Illuminated with one strong beam of light overhead.


Inescapable trial of past transgressions

All plastered on the wall in front of him

Remind him of old self

Confessional to higher power

Edenic to the prison he finds himself in.

The stranger comes out of thin air

Dark clothes & apron, old gloves

& face mask, each cosmic sublimation

Out for detachment. The stranger’s meticulous

Construction three-dimensional in the frame

Forward, backward, up & down, heeds the victim

To Look

To look back at the past, prisoner of present just shakes his head

The stranger warns he will cut the eyelids of his face

He panics, no layers or veils hide him now

The stranger warns catharsis is confession of the time misguided

Between the past & future, between time trapping human existence right here

The blood pulse.

The stranger takes off his mask to reveal, the reflection of self

To the man, who must wake-up in his ominous epiphany of carnal essence

Who he knows himself to be, predator waiting for time to swallow him whole.

Shawn Anto  is 23 years old from Bakersfield, California. He’s originally from Kerala, India. He currently studies at Cal State Bakersfield looking to receive his B.A. in English & Theatre. His writing has been featured in Orpheus literary journal.

July 10, 2018

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