The crash of my minds glass containers shattering
Is all that I can hear behind my eyes
The strong outside pressure of life’s matterings
Release the long and carefully captured lies
And more than lies, my demon’s mighty ire
Is spilled and splashed, as if a chemical mixed
With other prisoners to explode in fire
That burn in ways that never can be fixed.
And blackend shards of glass or only found
When they cut and stab and pierce important thoughts,
Preventing rational and happy mental sounds,
A blackened, bleeding, failing cerberal rot.
For now my mind will not but sand amass
My fire will melt and mold the sand to glass.
J. Abram Barneck.
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