What can the door exclude
When it stands without walls?
Hinged on a displaced
Axis of rotation,
How shall the door turn?

What can the stained-glass pane
Reveal when light, through colours,
Can never exceed,
The black lead lines setting-out
Gridirons of the falling night?

Stars that you see, blink
And shift in formations well
Rehearsed. The awe they elicit
Is a part of the agenda; in a mansion
Foundations can barely withstand.

Where sound always and only echoes,
Walls proceed uninterrupted by
Windows. Dragging their shadows,
Ceilings recede to simulate
The sky they forever deny.

The man turns on his heels;
The world revolves and waits
Breathless in its angular momentum
For him to turn again, even as
Footsteps clock away in the hall.