mirror ceiling

Looks like I live in a mirror
staring up at the ceiling
everything is the same.

Rows of fixed lights
as far as the eyes can see,
columns of fixed lights
as far as the eyes can reach.

The ceiling is only
accentuated by pillars
so magnificently imposing.

Authoritatively subduing
all thought.

Provoking me to wander,
picking up colorful books
bound with leather
and glue.