Why did you pry
My frosted eyelids open, high
And pin them, by the sharpened tip of your verse,
To the ceiling of the only room that ever mattered?
I peeled the sky back from over your head,
And down, past your ankles.
I discovered Heaven.
And so much was it like home,
I thought myself your guardian, who might stay…
But I was not. And could not.
Yes, I now understand the significance of your disguise.