This looking glass window is mine,
from within it I look out,
and without it I look in,
the wind blows through time.
The wind blows under there,
where underwear leaves stains of
blows, the come out
of looking in.
Indecent, incidental, mental,
Ejaculation,
results from masturbation
to cancer patients
leaving lacerations
in my soul
as I look in.
And so I continue my lookout,
Out at those looking in,
In at those looking out,
I shake the glass.
I WANT OUT!
I WANT OUT I SAY!
that looking glass is mine,
it protects me,
though proven to be an obstacle at times,
most times I just turn it away.
I am on vacation.
The window is on leave.
I am free,
free to look into
others' glasses as
the wind begins to blow.
lo,
Their glasses are half empty too.
They to have broken their frames.
But their plexiglass is tempered,
whilst mine is on leave.
And so I look out,
without the looking glass.
A forward trudge,
a freedom, the freedom,
of hollow protection.
I indulge in sin,
looking in, without
vocation.
Aghast,
untouchable,
because of their glass.
But the wind still blows,
I welcome her.
It's getting colder.
I want my protection, but
she doesnt want me.
It's colder, she haunts me.
I look in
-to a mirror.
