No Lights

I entered and turned on the light
But it did not go on.
So I stayed in the dark.

It smelled like damp laundry
And I felt around for
The toilet bowl.

It would be alright.

I moved
Forward
Toward the millennia, the
Mirror.

There was
Something
Growing
In my face

Shaped like a circle, like a
Cloud
And I leaned in to see it better.

It had never looked like that before; the way I saw it.
Like the slow turning on of a lamp, the bottom of an empty paper cup.

Luckily,
The seat was up.