Ian WhiteMorning Poetry: Glass
December 16th 2010 13:14
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All the world is glass
Fragile, rapier
Accessible, guarded
Glossed faces hiding behind translucent masks
I sit with my full and empty glass cup
Gazing at my glass ceiling
Wondering where forever began and when that too will shatter
Scattered shards accumulate on my vitreous lawn
The remnants of ethics and moral qualms
The soul, solid as stone, helpless in the face of the inevitable slip
Thrice eyes and crystal spheres prepare not for the near or far
One may see the strings but they are too sharp to hold
I'd bleed dry before all was told
Cease breath before the liberation
So instead I sit...in my glass house
On my glass hill
Throwing keen truths at blunt boards
Counting down forever's end
Occasionally gazing out my glass window
Watching the glass world
The firm action, the brittle cause
The cracked beauty, the crystal flaws
The sculptured mind, the free fall
Just to pass the time, till forevers end
Only then, shall I leave my glass watchtower
Returning the land back to sand
Until a plan, or material can withstand the impact
Of man
Fragile, rapier
Accessible, guarded
Glossed faces hiding behind translucent masks
I sit with my full and empty glass cup
Gazing at my glass ceiling
Wondering where forever began and when that too will shatter
Scattered shards accumulate on my vitreous lawn
The remnants of ethics and moral qualms
The soul, solid as stone, helpless in the face of the inevitable slip
Thrice eyes and crystal spheres prepare not for the near or far
One may see the strings but they are too sharp to hold
I'd bleed dry before all was told
Cease breath before the liberation
So instead I sit...in my glass house
On my glass hill
Throwing keen truths at blunt boards
Counting down forever's end
Occasionally gazing out my glass window
Watching the glass world
The firm action, the brittle cause
The cracked beauty, the crystal flaws
The sculptured mind, the free fall
Just to pass the time, till forevers end
Only then, shall I leave my glass watchtower
Returning the land back to sand
Until a plan, or material can withstand the impact
Of man
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