This macrocosm is heavy inside
held by a few dozen windows
a handful of doors
openings that force the world small
less than the words on paper
an image echoed on closed eyes
nothing to desire or be afraid of

Outside – looking in
this place is nothing.
No one looks here on purpose
eyes have better things to do
only visiting when lost.

A world this small from the inside
Leaves no hope for those looking back
to see…