At a sungraced window sits,
I,
Pondering,
the greatness,
of a man.
Amid the lacy curtains of my romantic mind,
I strive to learn something more Heavy,
Next to my golden couch,
is a vain peacock,
Surrounded by green fibers,
woven expertly,
forgetting he lives in a cage,
the gardens but imagined,
little lies from his mouth,
Are hard to ignore.