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Windows & Walls
It’s Magnolia,
It’s Essentially nothing,
with eyes open it’s inverted black,
It’s the same difference.
It’s frictionless
it’s everything
It’s a raised hand uncomfortably placed
it’s the reflection of a light
It’s worn brail
It’s softened by paint
Dusted from wear and tear
It’s solid, it’s separating, and it’s there
It’s fickle
It’s contracting
It’s realising, beyond the glass is changing,
it’s the red mist of the vanishing sun
It’s leaning, It’s thumping
It’s more claustrophobic than the opposing pane
There’s something about the cracks
It’s the urge to knock it down
It’s relentless
It’s comfortable
In it’s distance, joining the lights,
is another you
It’s unwilling, it’s fear
it’s looking back
It’s cold, fiery cold
It’s not going anywhere, it’s void
It’s less punishing,
I’m thankful because of it
It’s opposing the present, It’s not categorised
It’s light
