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 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 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 Unless I break it with the thrusting Of my senses and pass through The splintered walls to the great landscape.