A gas-holder I

I can’t stand this anymore
Being controlled by the logic of my inner infant.
I thought I had to take everything in,
skin, heat, sounds and being close.
Facial expressions as well as covered submessages.
I thought I needed to understand everything
I did grind my diamond accordingly.
Attempting an accurate fit to the setting offered.

While growing up I dreamed of
abandoning that gas-holder.
On its floor a cosy little cottage,
with a slightly opened door.
A narrow strip of warm light
shine over the rough floor of mud.

A bit up and along the wall
a narrow frieze.
There elderly humans move anxiously
and close to each other.

I climb up to that level
and find an opening to the outside world.
The first things I meet
are large scales
made out of wooden ribs,
moving and waving, back and forth.
However, I did manage to leave
that huge gas-holder.