THE GALLERIES, SYRACUSE, NY (May 2026 revision)

My sight sunk through a glass wall
       staring through from a library & its lending
       down greenhouse-cathedral lighted space
       to the mall floor of unsatisfying
       shopping.

Then I wrote this declaration
          that a something ought to be,
          though not allowing for such a something,
          with my sensibility
          for I see

this town hasn't the mercy
       to build walls at kind angles.
       For the spaces open and closed
       there should also be
       the threshold.

The table arrangements here
        so big so hard - so also less
        to spare me & not share-but
        clinically dissect me
        over time.

Here's a fortress made of glass;
           a glass threshold has wandered here,
           the time over for our blood
           congeals and cracks in
           a hanging box.

It leans about and views
    the glittering pit so absolute
    voyeurism trapped above those
    browsing, far too strained of
    being watched.