I found the entrance to the sky where I
could never hope to be, where I could see
empires of fog (upstaging my existence)
caught in trysts with stone insanity.
I found it slashed in walls so high
that all my thoughts collapsed beneath the ground
to thrash in luscious silence and rebound
against their obfuscating sophistry.
I found the entrance to the sky, and I
was nowhere; words and bounds broke off of me.