Upside down

I'm lying down/
On the ground/
Look what I've found/
As I look/
Up above/
I wonder how/
All these buildings/
These bean-stalk buildings/
Have turned into these things/
That make the vast blue canvas/
Up high/
Look a little less/
Like the endless sky/
And a little more/
Like pieces of a puzzle/
Looking down pleadingly/
At me/
For an answer/
To all their troubles/
And then I think/
Of a time/
When I used to look up/
At the sky/
And imagine/
If only I could fly/
I would be up there/
I could get away/
That's where I would stay/
Make myself a home on the clouds/
A home with puffy doors/
And breezy windows/
I would open them/
And stare at the sea/
Turned up-side down/
With no shores/
There my sore musings/
Would be made light/
They would take flight/
But now instead/
As I lie down/
On this asphalt bed/
I find myself/
Staring at the sky/
And it staring back/
In an eternal moment/
Stretched further/
Into a pregnant quiet/
Each waiting to hear/
Something/
Anything/
From the other/