A Way In
You feel a thread pull loose
that holds down an edge.
The thin facade is beginning
to lift like weathered paint,
the foundations shake.
What holds it all together
is weakening.
Another world is starting
to break through,
poke a presence into those
sanctuaries you've held holy
and walled against intrusion.
Demands now creep and grow
like weeds whose seeds carry
on the breath of strangers.
They are starting to slowly
find a way in.
Each morning, now,
when you look out
of your window, you see
a world that is no longer yours.
Bit by bit you're becoming obsolete.
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