the glass is…

even after copious research
notes on the bodies
pictures of the slain
he still threatened the faint glimpse before darkness

no compass
no direction forward
every day pawing around all empty inside

I think it was funny once
or learned from some distant relation
something without spirit
sounding like an echo
sounding like a rocking chair
sounding like a broken record

or a threat


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