During the Invisible Man
The Clouds of filament have unyielding gaze,
Which no amount of clutter keeps from Prometheus' envy.
He leans down, holding
What shadows contain.
His Tartan Coat hangs on the hook.
The green armchair screams for blood in its folds.
Though switches are but a meter from him,
He still holds on.
Photo Credit: Jeff Wall, After 'Invisible Man' by Ralph Ellison, the Prologue. 1999-2000.