first mistake I made
grabbed the wooden world in my hands

then, scream

carpenter king
sully thyself

infant carvings subtract every moment
year after year, I
whittled my globe into a cell of my choosing

perfectly proportioned panopticon

I see all my mistakes Jeremy
all at the same time

now, my chisel's blunted
I, my final form

a mould for the new generation

hope your mother's sculpted a way out,
my beautiful baby