Window Pane
- James Long
- Jan 8
- 1 min read
Scattered scraps of moments made
Jumbled, forever never
one
Beyond panes flurries blind
inside static
streams in time
Crowed and disconnected and making
small talk in the terminal
of all things.
When did I lose the thread?
A child reads a story by stolen light alone
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A man walks dreaming down an alley where
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Two hands work a piece of clay in clumsy
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The nurse looks sad as she pockets the laces
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Laughing, they sing along, badly, to
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Safety off
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Weightless lightforms play across teh wall
And whens,
they came or went
I fail to gasp
The solid in the swirling snow
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