and he was a champion,
basking in the light of
a king and his victories///

lost between two walls of glass
and
an ocean full of something he
(just)
        can't
                quite
                        remember
.
.
.

a spaceship his battleground,
but also his home--
with mornings
consisting of no dawn, no
neighborhood and no blood
shared
between two//

locked up--
with a window full of sky,
and many roads
diverging,

And he cries,
looking at the stars, not knowing
that
the stars cry for him, too.