Life’s Little Misdirections 🥀🦋

This -- Enclosure

In My Chamber

What I produce in your house
Echoes within four walls.
The casings grow thicker from dark paint.
Through all these years
I've sung, hoping
Break the ceiling, reach
An everlasting roof.

Windows reveal eternal night.
Doors seal shut in my chamber.
One moth in cedar tall once
Sought escape, fluttering
To the tender grip
Of death. Icy fingers
Clutch pipes where
I've dwelt -- reasonably.

--This --
With windows wide,
Escapes temporary dreams
To an endless sky.
You sealed me here.
But, I still dare what’s doable.
-- This --
Is my chamber -- this --
Is where I dwell.

Black hell, where dreams
And nightmares
Come and go,
You dwell, too --
Remove shoes to climb inside
This -- dark enclosure
where I produce screams.

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