cracked glass
open windows
fractures catching light
something trapped between window panes
dust motes and glimpses of sky
macro universe
that we all walk by
alternate reality
somewhere within those breaking lines
gradients of coloured light
greens and blues and greys
and deep below there is black
a boundary line and lay
a promise of another world
hidden in plain sight
made by all of our mistakes;
an impossible glass door
YOU ARE READING
collections of constellations and the stars || poetry collection
Poetrypoems often written at midnight, each telling its own story. an anthology of sorts. grammatically incorrect use of lowercase is an aesthetic choice and intentional. |incomplete|
