The window was opened,
the beyond revealed.
It was near fluorescent,
I made the jump, no repent.
The light, bright as bright could be.
Accustomed to dark it blinded me.
The sound, goring as goring could be.
Chained me down yet gave me glee.
I drank the sound, intoxicating.
Feasted on the light, appetizing.
Still more strapped,
further handicapped.
And the world knows of Adam's sin,
and I too being a human, am his kin.
Greedily poured the fluid of blitheness
into my goblet of hollowness.
Trespasser became the word 'should',
cause plain experience did me no good.
I wished to hold it, embrace it
it too was none to rest under a lid.
I stood, deep down a cupidity unredeemed.
To get what asked is a dream undreamed.
Holy water from the now blind organ,
wets my way back to square one.
A fragmented glass is never the same.
Yet we'll play the same game.
I may be back to the same dreary wall.
But there isn't much time till the next fall.
-Sleeping Devika
