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Glass Pavilion

i want to tell you right now

what i know

the glass inside the glass


little silver pieces

of nothingness letting us know


what melts

what freezes

terrible sunshine


burning every layer

your hair

smells like


burnt paper

your eyes about

ready to sear


inside their

delicate sockets

glass sliding


back and you're

in icy air

the smell of a gift shop


like

a wristwatch

dipped in perfume


marble floors

in secret heaven

walls opening up


into tiny

objects

tiny meanings


let's watch

how eyes glaze over

into glassy


loveliness

how you need a place

where nothing ever happens


how the glass

pavilion

creates one


little

cube

to crawl into



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