Windowpane

By: Wome

Reflected in glass, transparent essence,

Is my lucid presence imposed on reality.

Beyond the glass, a vision of truth,

See the actuality hidden in my image.

Within the glass, its infinite depth,

The dismal light confines my soul.


Abandoned in glass, ineffable dreams,

Out of the silence of painted nights.

Forgotten in glass, the meaning of the stars,

Which shimmer within this opaque aura.

Forever in glass, the fading monotony,

Beholding existence within myself

WINDOWPA
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