I've forgotten to check the time -
What time is it, What time is it?
Should I Sleep - (But What if I Dream? -)
Or should I Look - How many windows there -
One, Two, Three, Four-- More! - I think it's how many I think there is -
And I Think it's More than a Hundred, affixed to the Walls;
Small, But just enough for the Mice to sneak in, just enough for the Tongue to toy
The jar and titillate the lungs. God! My skin,
They've been freed - They're no longer slaves - They've found a doorway
To their domicile - A fracture - From where hope can leap in and out -
They carry One crumb of me at a Time - Carry it far -
Carry it on their Pinions, Carry it-- or maybe drop
It - Midway, somewhere--
But I don't see how awry, Or if it falls like a cat;
I don't know if they find it humiliating,
A cut flap me.
I'm Nineteen; I've sent Millions of them.
There's an Upheld strength in that:
I fail to see how present I am. I'm
Everywhere.
- Behind those Grids
There's a Companion; a Valve, opening,
Obsessed with Himself without knowing. I want
To get out of the brain:
Then the Clinic would remind me of something beautiful
(As real as a Bengal Tiger that'd zoom at me
If I ever grow brave enough that I feel it funny).
The Wind Chimes click and buzz the blues out
As Moths begin to boom at my view.
The Night doesn't question, it looks at me silently; it knows it's of no Equivalence.
I shoo the Ghost from every pore, I iron the Skin,
And Untether the Cables that have adopted the Eye.
Then - To a City where the Couriers won't go;
Round my Orbits, Turning vagrant as Stars.
