Laying atop, sinking in To these soft covers Velvety fur caresses my skin Watching the world Stand still. A dark thump Hits hard and falls. The nothingness That stands in its way Reflecting light Bouncing Shapes That define something That is never Really There. How many looking glasses Stand in our way Of moving forward … Continue reading My Tiny Window – November 22, 2019
It chooses to come and go, As it pleases. Shaping every morsel of my being. It’s hold, It’s harsh grasp, Threatens Anything good I’ve created. Observing this happen From the top of somewhere There is no stop button I can reach. Only to watch it play out Through the looking glass.