In the Boxes Windows

In the boxes windows
in boxes falling
we draw windows open
through smooth illusions
transparent
to the dark expanse
pivoting
outside miles above
any elevation.

Cloud tops below
lit by sparse starlight only
advance along
a swollen earth turning
so slow a day.

In boxes falling
in multitudes of boxes falling
just outside each other's window,
there,
this matrix broadcast stretching
swollen to the infinite,
cries, waves, circles
every box falling.

Skyscraper belly
tug life up and down
fibers of the void
busy passing relatives
generations equal
beyond small aperture.

Corners turn occupants dizzy
as perspective gives way
time finds its voice and
now force has a lever
and death a start.

So we draw measure
from each mirror’s tale
and fall together in fancy
time dancing away.