St. Elsewhere

[D.F.Russell]

The duality of a snow globe,
an oubliette of colored glass,
and try as I might
I could peek but not pass.
Looking out or looking in
reveries and capricious whim;
until one day I realized
something without observed me
as I watched within.
A globe in a globe?
Where does it end?
A bite of the apple;
tides bestride the condemned.