DISSIPATE

A fragment of sunlight sat as a patch on a rooftop

The windows of the building concealed images

of whatever bodies swarmed the place

Its amber stature left a bare, blank space

for imagination to cut through

the natural order of day

He imagined the sight of bodies flailing around

Their whims held by the looped gates

that made up the building’s rooftop

They danced near the cross that topped the building

They were untouched,

as he could only touch them with his vision

He imagined this to be freedom

He imagined a day in a world

where he’d find himself walking into the building

and being granted access to the top of the Amber Palace

to spread his own wings