Outside, mellow glass walled in
The world exposes a faltered glow
as hearts do beat I hear the sounds
of fellows steering through puddled roads
Walls warm, though still compelled
while thoughts tugged as though by string
to look among the fields below
ghastly steps twist days to dreams
Words spill across the keys and screen
spirits still, locked and cold
hours spent to ask and know
while life whirls on beyond my window
Breaking leaves off stems and fall
like sifting sand by nature's hand
Though fingers grind for future gold
today is lost indoors alone.
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