I rest my head against the stars

And blanket myself with miscellaneous cosmos

Rocket blasting from Earth within the frame

The globe stands at the edge

As the atlas hangs onto the wall

Magical place on Earth mapped out on another wall

Coins collected from various nations

Framed in rows behind glass

On top of coins unspent

A lock lies beside the digits

The clock functions well

But its minutes always run ahead

Another clock ticks constantly

Its hands frozen at the same point in time

Familiar city with a different tint

Hovers above the untidy closet

Memories I cannot remember

Floating in the white space above my head

Portraits of the infant at home and on a boat

Light crawls through the spaces between the blinds

From the adjacent apartment window

There are two doors to this room

But only one is within a mirror

Depicting the room in reverse

As the world turns outside this confinement

The blades spin on the ceiling

Above a mountain of garments within a basket

This room feels like a casket