Glancing Back
Is tracing the past
always like laying one's hands against glass?
Glass can break, cut.
Blood runs thin, until it coagulates.
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Welcome aboard mighty homunculus,
tiny, but more powerful than the us.
*
Outside the flowers are leaving the dirt
and climbing into this milk glass to wilt,
their sour-sweet scent following us, always.
Is tracing the past
always like laying one's hands against glass?
Glass can break, cut.
Blood runs thin, until it coagulates.
*
Welcome aboard mighty homunculus,
tiny, but more powerful than the us.
*
Outside the flowers are leaving the dirt
and climbing into this milk glass to wilt,
their sour-sweet scent following us, always.
