Forget about glass that holds out the world Imagine the bone that bares a mind, Can a room harbour its own universe – Or contain a flowing galaxy of despair drifting Endless because of tremendous torment Liquidity of the walls, floor, contents; it. Green vines cling to consciousness and tighten At the slightest inclination of anything – - Less than a sickening sense of sublime divinity Which is unattainable to it; it is not what it deserves.
Originally appeared in: One of Which Forgets to Remember - an ebook I published on Amazon in 2014.