so tight a frame encloses me
I cannot…sometimes breathe
through strictures into free

for its six planes of miming air
all hedge me from a touch of
even thinnest window glass
to shatter as a choice

more ambient than substance
more neon glow encased
more galvanic spark aurora
more atmospheric edge

ethereal…its framed presence
sensed…netherworld embrace
at once availing and restricting
ipseity…of fierce held sheltering

Bonnie Marshall

Artwork by Berndnaut Smilde