Glass
glass everywhere...enough to see the
you through to endless realms of self
always longing for somethin’ to be
different than what’s experienced...
waitin’ for what? the orchard’s full
apples drenched, brilliant sun lightens
worms burrow for sweetness
sustenance comes in myriads of form
glittering off lakes of contentedness
throwing sand onto the shore, scrapping
boots of the soul...pools of clarity seen
when blinders are built into this game?
weights sewn in hem of my skirt
takes me farther than I have been...
sinking into the unknown of all that is
reductionism of self down down down I go...
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