Translucence warped. Bell jar diffuses vision Curving, bending prisms. Behind glass I see people outside Move. Make decisions. Proceed. I sit here stoned, soiled, rooted. A plant canned. Leaves, yellowing Press up against immobility, fear, uncertainty. Can life live without them? Inward. Humid. Safe. I've begun to use pencils again to Fashion fantasy. Ancient expression reborn Fingertips touch upon abandoned wells. Blank paper, a new day Nourishment. Control. Humanity. Hours. A train on schedule. Opportunities present. Platters shimmer, golden light. Plates, cracked but usable. Forked, I crack my knuckles And do Nothing Except admire my own Refraction Reflection Deflection Predilection.