Transgress by Nikolai Lysewycz:
I’d like to go outside.
It’s dark out.
Luminescent leaves glisten,
trembling in the wind.
A wild silhouette in the garden
is bordered by yellow light;
’s’curious, the contrast.
I’d like to go outside.
I tried once,
But was led to another room.
Walls, doors, windows.
Each window looks out:
A wild silhouette in the garden.
Curiouser and curiouser!
I’d like to go outside.