when glass was liquid

 

She reads to me
of the stupidity of once upon a time
when the world believed windows flowed
slowly

swallow her incredulity
bloody scrape of then against now
pane of memory’s oblique distortion
undone

vision clouds
behind watery lens
stand at the kitchen sink
as rain falls
into past

back
when glass was liquid
and bitterness etched
its whorled claim
on the curves
of fire

 

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  3. Love the eventual flame. And also the beauty, acknowlegement of old.

    Grinding then later fire is used to make glass. Huh.

    Progression can be a weird thing.

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