I slip behind in passings
reflected images of me on windows,
greyed
detached,
my soul engages
more to glass homes
the almost verges
of breaking into
lost shards
losing ground,
losing....
as the sidewalks crumble
sipping away
certainty
and painful breaths
dispell yet in
coarse
acceptance
my body steady,
eyes fixated
facing truthful windows
waiting
to change
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