To submit as the blanket of cloud with a bright strip
where it stops short and shows sky multiple access
as liberation if the wind
looked up at the sun and thought, “Oh, it’s full”

Some of the kids over in mechanical
they’re working on the new nerf gun
under the roof insulation
There’s also such a thing as solar wind

Roof insurrection: I take this
liberation or I give this power or
venture a small exchange or make
this question public, raise the roof or put my fingers
together and snap it off

No such thing as wind if the word
“individual” precedes it, no such
thing as an eyebrow if
the eyebrow’s painted on: not just the person
I am but the other person disappearing
because we’ve both been framed

The door built before the stairs is in
its home position: afraid to say, I have this
power for a reason and I’m going to exercise
it for a reason common to giving
want to someone else to take care of

A put-up job, the sun, the new
nerf solar-powered stun gun
Held breath is undoable, loosed
the thought of it is un-undoable