It's as if I'm looking at a corner of the sky through a cardboard tube
And I'm impressed, seems huge
This is my idea of bottomlessness
Too small a slice of the night sky
Through an empty paper towel roll
Without even trying, I diminish infinity
Knowing that wide winds find me
From a place I'll never know
I'm human, I know very little, I narrow my eyes
With my life so far and all its conditions
I squint at the sky
From in my narrow tunnel vision, my bruised-up insides
Can I abandon this position?
See beyond my little life
I sit and breathe slow at the end of the night
And finally the sun cracks over the hill
A brief glimpse through wide-open air
