whose mind's eye
have I been long trapped in
that made me so inept
and atomic constrained within
me, a cell, the membrane
against your lid archaic
trapped as paint
in the mosaic
each second I feel
the earth turn
as I watch the stars
in the night sky burn
await the last sleep
to wake the dream
with flight that slips
into the eternal stream
freed from the door of our lips
gone the fight of thoughts so mean
that darkness of mind no longer grips
everything is at last as strange as it seems
April 2012
