Sphere Asylum

Undisturbed, in this single cell Sketches of astral thoughts, can’t tell Nor harvest a will to value its cost Through spiral walls, winds are lost Apparels of ash gray, inept sleeves Strings mocking, like fallen leaves Nor tears, nor sigh, nor laughter Shall kiss thine eyes before and after Decor in frames of blood and nails Youthful attempts, to climb the scales Only in company, of thy seven selves Each liberated to write, on life’s shelves   How useful are the nights of thy grief Dethrone a king, thus, burdens relief Discarding fragments of past, once dread Upon stone and mortar, I rest my head Hath freedom and shame pierced thy side? Bezaleel,”Shall the souls of lovers,ever collide?” Would architectural tears, ocean my solemn wish? Thus, in light of thine covenant, grant thee a kiss