Well Quite!

Derelict sky of fallen clouds, opaque
and egg-white blue.
Looking straight at me, myself
planted in this vision, seeing
nothing, embossed in shadow and dust.

Daylight fading and in the freedom
of darkness I dare to gaze;
the ground beneath me, spreading in.
Gently I tread, then faster I pelt away
from haze, until

I stumble and stagger, fallen
into the mist, resting up
against the walls of the cage
I have furnished.

So I get in a rage and I
get in a stupor and I
throw up the chairs and the sofa and table
'til eventually, with the sun behind
and in front and above,
the clouds in the sky,
looking straight at me

Myself.