Outside This Room

I know that outside this room

something gives signs of life,

something twitches or bounds

and could join my legs jumping

beneath the desk, seer legs.



I know but don’t leave the room

instead I make the room

smaller and smaller, shrinking

its proportions to a point

somehow I still fit inside.



I still look outside the room,

my microscopic room,

to the vastness out there

the trees are skyscraping spears

its teeming ants, battle tanks.



Wow, I admire from my room

it has become so large

that world out there, so large

another reason for me

to stay here pin-pointedly.



Someone breathed in my dust room

and now I float inside

until I reach the mass

of dark pulsating flowers

I swim in this for hours.



Until I realize my room

is floating inside me

and I turn with the room

spin together with the room

until I almost vomit.



I can’t see how from my room

I reached the great outside

only to go inside

and further, further inside

into the pit of my flesh.