if i only had your window to sit under each night
.. to take me away from my sultry solitary confinement and crass crooked imagination..
i would not have such mindless meanderings
.. to be my comfort when full of dark encompassing disdain..
if i had your window; the scenery creating sententious schemas
.. to view the cars changing and stop lights pass..
i would have a more refined sense of enlightenment and hope
.. to view my windowless walls with something other than brazen bewilderment..