peer inside my translucent sphere(
i was crafted a home held with glue and clear
a pastel illusion of flimsy confines
i can read my clock and it twice tells the time
water so crisp (i could never realize it)
the pressure sits thick (i could barely feel that)
if you say that’s my card (i could barely notice which)
it’s just me and my familar (and i can’t recall meeting)
what could i craft to see though blur?
its diffusive glaze conceals truth (i know it)
that hazy bokeh behind that curved wall
i run faster and closer still (no splinters)
save for me at least a treat
that keeps me passive in this retreat
i can’t yearn for that which is never seen
that glow of my maker is seldomly gleamed
my dreams (if i could remember?)
i saw it) from the outside
my villa perched so dainty
held (my essence) so tightly