awarding punishment

on ward

going no where

with the bars singing

like tuning forks

though i am not hungry

and tone deaf

listening to the steady step

of feet outside

always outside

even in these walls

there is an outside

where we need not sling sunshine

and good nights

but can sit for days

unmoving

out of choice

and freedom

that only darkness knows

for it does not end

but waits till

we move to ward

the steps quicker now

where the sky could be beautiful

with clouds of my face shaped

and the wind moving me

like a parent’s body

necessary and total

and forgiving the kisses and kissed

even if death has no lips

with which to talk

and tell me that there are

more feet now after my being

for everyone always tries to catch up

and i move for ward

above the walls

beyond the bars

past the singing that

i never really learned

except for the mmmm

and the ooooo

and the aaaa

that was left behind in boredom

then

it has happened

sky

sun

soul

i am there in always

and yet

i cannot see for

there is fog everywhere

the feet stop

am i outside or inside

darkness begins again

with hands now

like lightning

bringing me back to

the earth