As I Left

I escape my prison
Of cold concrete walls
And circuitry
Where five flat women
Stare and disapprove.

On the stairwell
Beauty awaits
Dry puke and blood
Red and orange bits
Texture but no body.
I look to others
Surely they notice the
Beauty
They do not, instead
Stepping over
The Creator's masterpiece.

I continue on,
Dead trees block my way
Rich men live inside
Trapped inside
I seek to help him
Escape from the tree that binds
Wrapping extra sinews
Into his mind.
He yells at me.
The tree has won.

I come to black stone.
Crumbled but stiffly held
In streaks of friction
Where a hundred rushing sounds
And shiny shapes fight
For dominance
A bird twitters
For a second he is the alpha
Over the shiny
But shiny is ignorant to its loss.

I shake my head
All directions until
Up transfixes me
In absolute blue
Nothing else
Everything else
Blue was reflected
Rejected
I weep for blue.

But blue had a home
In the growing dark
Spreading slowly
Weakly, losing hold
Of one color after another
They spiral through
Then back
Briefly like the bird song
And blue last to reach
In the final moment
And then taken
I follow it
And find my home.