the barred windows are footnotes
i used to be a bank
what were you?
before i was Nothing
i was more Nothing
but possibly screaming
through waterfalls
particles stuck to particles stuck to
Truth
a tree sturdy and solemn
reaching into the unresponsive sky
a glass jar
transparent, fill with human breath so
Soul
a bird, there and there and there and
never here
wings as close to freedom as we get
a song
tumbling notes of the unexpected so
Life
or a star
best, a star
though a night sky of humans
would not be nearly as
Beautiful
