It is a cruel device
not for liquids
but the desire pours in

My migratory restlessness
Identical to anxious birds at dusk
all flutter and yearn

the sloping walls are paper thin
but I will not escape them
I can’t see beyond here

But I feel the urge for going
I feel that through any barrier
I will go, I will go

You cannot stop me
I will go
either wings above dawn
or such a flight perfectly imagined.