• In that world, that giant world,
    sunlight burns and shadows prey.
    They grab you, and they scratch you,
    cover your mouth and drag you

    I sit locked behind this door;
    safety in exchange for freedom.
    I knew no face but Father’s,
    I knew no place but Father’s

    I paint the paper mirror,
    and beam at Father’s praise.
    As I with sins the canvas brushed –
    oh, the blameless lives I brushed