The Establishment

I am sitting ten stories up in the blue building,
ocean in every direction.
For hours, I hold my knees to my chest.
I pace the room on the balls of my feet
and claw the windows going mad
to be one with my delight, or at least,
to speak the verses across the P.A.
that might draw the rest of me
out to convene for once in the hallways.
I cannot sleep. I dream. I dream of rivers in the corridors.

The water shimmers and shivers, reflecting a million faces:
somewhere above me, someplace divine,
that I cannot see through the blue roof
that survives us without emotion,
the million hearts are beating without strife.
Somewhere divine, the humans,
looking down on me, fool kept afloat in such a blue building,

and I can't whisper loud enough how beautiful it seems to me,
wild to join the sky but too weak with awe to shatter what I see.