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.