After Playing Fez For Three Hours, I Listen to My Grandmother Cough Into the Telephone

I broke this spectrum
with my teeth
Or else                    It
                        broke
in my hands                 My
            sense of touch
            Gone                        
Like the rest of the
incredible sky      I
            am sorry
For my bewilderment
                        but not
for my          wildness
If you could
            come back
You    would be a
different
sight             entirely
            If I could
leave                         I
            I     would
ask you to
show me     the way