here’s the thing about looking
into windows at night,
you suddenly come to realize
the world in its separate
yet inescapable three dimensions,
you see not only your own
reflection, but also over and beyond,
you pause from blinking
and for an abrupt instant,
your life flashes before
your eyes, you see all of the scenes
so clearly acted out by
a vivid yet an accurate reflection,
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you start to remember
the meticulous shade of a sky that
your cheeks were once
touched by, and a boy whose pride
made you wish the world
existed in only one dimension,
you feel the mesmerizing pain that
fills the veins of a
nearby cracked floor and your lips
lift to form a smile a
passing stranger had gifted you once,
here you are, existing
in a peripheral wandering between two
dimensions, stuck
in between what the window entails
at day and at night.
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