David ZhouKelsoEnglish 10 SM2 March 2015The Diving BellOne eye can still open; and without that eye, I would be no more.My body is a broken machine, a severed bridge No longer functional; a shattered nexus to my mind,But still prevented from true wreckage by a single thread.I open my eye, and I always see the same I dont see anything anymore, yet I can see everything.Perception has no meaning when one only has power to perceive but not to act;Solipsistic is my world. Everything might as well be imagined.Damnation is the letter E;It mocks me and laughs hysterically in my face on a daily schedule.It knows I cannot avoid its clutches; it is the manifestation of my language.It is a faithful and ever-attentive warden of my prison my own flesh.When I close my door to the universe, it means the word yes to outside observers.What they dont know is that intense relief follows When I open my eye, I re-enter the void, the opaqueness of reality.I do not belong any longer, but I cannot do what I would like to.Given the chance, Id slash my last connection;But I can only wait for it to detach on its own.