Through Glass


At night sitting in my room
through glass
I watch the lives of others.
As white light pours in
I watch persons everywhere
performing imagined lives.
I watch through glass
behind glass
where silhouettes dwell
and entire lives pass,
within secure walls
as mine does.

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