lo, and behold

Stemming from my original mission to create 365 poems. A culmination of years past and days present.


5 September 2008

109: Glass

It is real, permanent,
Transparent; Cold; seeps through the looking-
Glass
pieces itself together, sticks onto skin
like teeth-diamonds. The prism lies
Beneath
the thought, lingers like twisted smoke trapped in canopies.