I am where I am
In a gathering elsewhere
Some mismatched version of home
Much like the one
The one outside
She's nowhere to be seen
But I know she's to blame
And a well known stranger
A man whose art I'm a stranger to
We speak
The bathroom has glass panes
Leading to a garden
That hosts some ambiguous jubilee
That crashes down on mine
So we play a spatial game
Of musical chairs
And suddenly I'm back
Back in a different bathroom
Without window panes
And my mind melds with its memories
Of what it is to sense
But the motions
They stop in their tracks
For no apparent reason
Other than my knowledge
That things must end
