The world becomes another story. I see nothing so clearly as myself, and that smudged. The mirror I took for a wife has run off with my eyes. I stuffed the sockets with newspapers, I ate the radio, I became a headline, inappropriately handsome, for the facts of my life. Read between the lines; I am the obituary for the sports page I am the coffee break and the broken bones of time— once free, now tamed to meaning, pacing the human cage, wall to infinite wall; a prisoner of space, no less; no more.