I tell myself this sum is
Just the grains of dust
I’ve drawn before,
The ashes and
Extinguished days
Inhaled and spent
In habit.

I sell myself a notion that
This pressure is but
Brittle and the shadow in
It’s mirror’s cast the face
Of someone close.

I bring myself to thinking
All this weight is not too
Much and that the burden of
Reflection can be taken
Pane by pane
Instead of dwelling here
Where glass and metal
Cant in constellation
Contemplating harder
Days and bigger things
I’ve never seen in
Speculation of a failure
Painted by a plate of glass.

#Melbourne #Australia

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