i imagined myself a very tall building
one without remorse or regrets
and throughout my discourse with the sky and clouds
their lucid thunderclaps told me all the names
of the sparrows that would pass me by
the shoddy blue-white plate glass simulacrum
and as i'd follow each of their paths of divergence
with their wings outstretched across the open sky
i'd watch each of their skyward embraces
with that look on my face
imagine my surprise
when my brothers all had died