Confined

To an ill-fitting body,

When the loaded dice had rolled

To their cruel demise  

–

Now this vise only tightens

As the rabid world encroaches   

Squeezing out sonnets,

The colors of confession

Wrung fresh from the soul

–

The façade grows fragile

As the fault lines cross 

Whenever visions of flight

Find refuge in the mind

–

They will graze the sky   

At some far-away hour

When the shell lies broken   

Under silhouettes in flight