A Mind, Eyes Closed

An insane asylum+a squid+me? This is the computation:

A Mind, Eyes Closed

light floods in
as my mind
suddenly opens, but why--
why don't my
eyes?

quietly examine my
odd new surroundings
might this be real?
am I
alive?

hear the world
but my mind can't
see it
I'm here
I say, but they can't
see my mind

feel frightened
I'm all alone
wandering in this
place

think about how
I ended up here
my thoughts flow
easily as water

water is here,
just as I've thought it
break the surface
delve into memories

oceanic it is,
teeming with life, perhaps
mine, if it exists

feel safe here
no need to breathe even
though I'm caught under
a sea of remembering

remember what's here,
and so it is--fish, turtle, squid
remind me what it's like
to live

hear the world--still
they're speaking about me,
my brain is all wrong
but they can't see it,
how would they know?

I like it here
something tells me
this is my new
home

insane--it probably is
to live in a mind, eyes
closed

how much different
is it really?
from living

does it matter, even?
I've found
my asylum.