You saw a watermelon in the sky
You saw Jesus beckon you home
You saw the Death Star hurtle towards us
All I saw was clouds and glass
And more clouds
Vision separates us, for you
A muted form of expression, for me
A fuzzy lock, a rattled cage
Not a bad cage, and one I
Can come out of with a little
Saline, but a cage
New doors, free passage
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