Stephanie Strickland
Prisoner in the Tower

the mind distressed
disoriented dispossessed
far from the nature

of a clear and equal glass
seeking anew a new

pact finds instead
a make-up mirror
to signal with or shatter

in a funk upon discovering
it likes electric sheep
to sleep on and keep

up with not count a kind
of company or off
on its own (its own!) body

slalom total touch re-
currently inclining
crossing to one

voice more than another
like a small creek that stays clear
through numerousness finding

steering by the falling
feel of wavelet speech re-making
(entirely) the shore