Purposely Caged on Accident

As I lie awake knowing that the sun is dry.

That my hands were tied.

That the soft air found inside

The vaulted bars of lungs in you.

The misty panting of H2O and CO2

Was enough to flatter me again once more.

For a chained wrist encore.

But how will we break fast from losing,

Unwind our choosing,

and make sense of all the lies we twine.