Caught in the cage
Of my tiny yard
Pacing and searching hard
For some opening
In the walls it finally
Realizes it can leap
Are these planets here or plants
In the theatre of coincidence
Icarus blaming the sun
For his poor aerobatics
Sometimes I want it to be
My only friend the way
Its warm face merely reflects
The toiling constellations
In my tiny yard to me
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