breath on the window

such a small space

inside oneself, plenty of

room here to go completely 

mad

retreat, swell and dwell in

lacunal hibernations

bathing in the blood pools,

luxurious oases

stumbling stag over to the

window’s dilated center, they 

seem so far away, these 

bustling outsiders

test of breath on the window to

shroud their view should they

look inside, dare they, to look 

straight into my eyes

shutter-snap, a blink a blink

to lubricate the surface and

remove the irritants, cleanse

and refocus

plenty of room here to go 

around and around and 

around and around, 

metamorphosis lost in 

bridled frustration 

wipe the window

of breath

and I and I,

we

see clearly now

visible, sometimes

here, somehow

or once again

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