A perfect prison – no escape! I mean…
So, do your best around the curved walls;
Dark boulders with malevolent spaces,
And slick skin of brown fur silt.
Tolerate the melancholic drone
Of the unseen pump driving your fluids,
And the eternal cascade
Punching froth between the summer ferns.
Accept that those glories beyond
Are unattainable in this life,
The Greek urns, gods that look down,
With their pale saw, bromeliad hair.
The blood-veined fan of paradise bird.
The umbrella shade of fat green
Philodendron, oak and ...