Voids and Biomechanics

There is nothing under here
it is void
not the good kind of void
which red and golden robes discuss

the chanting confuses me
I am no contortionist
my spirit would break
so I sit still in a tiny place

biomechanics taught me
compression
and torque
bring inevitable destruction

painted walls
painted faces
dead end halls
I want a skylight

I want a sky floor
and sky walls
and floating
to places unimaginable

everything here
looks dead
except for the frozen
blades of grass