I have talked with this small
Boy in the middle of a spherical room
With no windows
And he has bent his head with every circumspection so his
Eyes jump sideways (and look so sly & powerful
without numbers)

And though I must have broken now
Every one of his dreams, he
Says the leaves must be turning purple
(for he's only ever seen his own bruises and he thinks
that they are just the most beautiful things)