For centuries I sat, those asinine faces staring back at me. My position, immovable.
With every ounce of my strength I wished for a different view.
The smoke finally cleared and my wish had been granted.
I realized my view would change. I hadn’t presumed I would not have moved an inch.
polysyllabic profundities 
Very poignant indeed xxxx
Thank you. 🙂 xx
Careful what you wish for, eh?
Um. Could you put the smoke back please?
Wonderful writing and great image.
Thanks very much.