My window is covered in wire gauze,
I cannot see what I can see,
My window is covered in stained glass,
Hiding sparrows and birch trees.
I reach out for the window sill,
And try to open the panes,
I am blinded by the burning light,
While white flames reach my veins.
I close my window in flustered angst,
And stare at the silver mesh,
I forget the sparrows and birch trees,
And imagine the world afresh.