Treatise

A found poem

I.
I carried Wordsworth in with me
and carved it onto the walls
of my dark prison cell
so we could surround ourselves with love.

II.
We: me and the others
who will live here after
I am no longer on Earth.

III.
I want these words to revolve
around the sun
like the moons of Jupiter.

IIII.
Even though no light
could ever touch these walls.