My life comes and goes
My life comes and goes
Short flight, free rows
I lie down and doze
My life came and went
My life came and went
Short flight, free descent
Poor flight attendant
But the sky, over the ocean
And the ocean, skirting the city
And the city, bright as a garde
(When the garden woke to meet me)
From that height was a honeycomb
Made of light from those funny homes, intersected
Each enclosed, anelectric and alone
In our lives is a common sense
That relies on the common fence
That divides, and attends
But provides scant defense
From the great light that shine through a pin-hole
When the pin-light calls itself selfhood
And the selfhood inverts on a mirror
In an Amora Obscura