Pane

I stare into this infinite abyss

Half-completed notebooks and burning pages

Blank walls with popcorn kernels

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This symphony in a minor key -

Where gaunted melodies hang in thin air -

Songs I’ve heard over twenty times before

The same lyrics set to a different pitch

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Dissonant notes rebound off hollow walls

A bleached surface which guards me from all -

From the smell of pine and the wind’s soft caress -

Of the worldly gusts and all that was missed

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Windows that glimpse a lively Earth -

A blanket of baby blue and the songs of birds -

But thin glass distorts vibrant shades when

I scrape this sullen mirror with a dull blade

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Windows are nothing more

Than a nexus to the next life

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But staring into pane is useless

When doors are locked

And dead-bolted

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