Each day I live in a glass room  
  Unless I break it with the thrusting  
  Of my senses and pass through  
  The splintered walls to the great landscape.
"Each Day I Live in a Glass Room," A Reverie of Bone and other Poems (1967)
Each day I live in a glass room  
  Unless I break it with the thrusting  
  Of my senses and pass through  
  The splintered walls to the great landscape.
"Each Day I Live in a Glass Room," A Reverie of Bone and other Poems (1967)