Glass Restraint

The vortex path into my soul, mirrored in projection On the outside looking in, a window of reflection Disabled by an art of choice, a blinding writ emotion Reading the essence of your voice, then hearing your devotion The canyoned crevice of our minds, grow deep with indecision Bridging gaps most far and wide, channeling our vision This TV case, a shell that traps and shields me from so much And dampened soul when monitors fog up each time I touch