FLYING HIGH

In a blinded bliss
her high pitchevd clamour,
rapturous her rants
full of emptiness,

pressing her face
against the world,
eager to be seen,
she leans dangerously
close to her cliffs,

avoiding the gifts
she cannot see,
and her four walls
are no protection from
her own prying eyes,

flying high she believes
without leaving her grounds.