Outside the box

Four wallssmall space of skyno clouds:four wallsa prisonin my mindyou glide throughephemeralnot quite human.Hours pinchindent skinlinesto a clear horizon,hoveringedge of days,weeksmonths go byineffable.Four wallssmall square of skythundershaking petalsfree:behind closed doorslove flourishesin brain cellsin body’s rhythm.Birds flymind tumbleson the windof the wing:you are omnipresentdust through my fingersnothing touchesus.