And in reality you know this to be true: / you don’t feel any closer to this place on this floor / than you did on the second. / and it doesn’t feel like circumstance / or a choice / your wires are too tangled to connect / antennae too bent to transmit / lights too dim to see

The city sparkles as distant as the stars / and you’re here enough to touch the ground / but not enough to take root / people fall through your fingers like boiling water / your hands are scalded and scarred / but no closer to the stars / frustratingly unreal, frustratingly human / And in reality you know this to be true.