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Glass Lit
I don’t know if this speaks what I mean…
This is what it’s like to be at the bottom of a jar.
You can manage to climb topside but
you’ll never get the lid off.
Potential as a positive possession that cannot escape from its realm,
or actually exceed.
Did I climb in? Yes.
Did I know what I was getting into? No.
It looked cozy inside the glass house.
Growing paranoia? No.
Because it makes you too numb to do anything about it,
or care.
I fear I’ll strike a sharp instrument one day
that will free me from this gas.
Then what will you do?
Try not to cut myself on the shards.
I likely won’t escape, but wait for another jar?
Why? What else is there?
My mind is too drained to conceive.
The gas inside my glass is thick.
In evaporation, I get glimpses.
It’s too strange to think what might have been.
Shelved.
…but I’m trapped.
10.30.22
Thanks to all the people who’ve said ‘wait right there’ and never returned.
I either don’t approach anymore, or walk away once I lose sight of them.
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