POEM: King of Infinite Space

I have room to breath —

my ribs can’t catch the edge

of this expanding universe,

and, so, I suppose the cage is irrelevant.

I can reach an arm as far as my shoulder allows —

as long as my hand slips through the slats.

With eyes shut, and cage in sway,

I’ve no reason to feel I’m in any particular place.

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