The World is Glass

 

I have a vision

a horrible sight

all glass is

cold and menacing

everyone but me.

 

I see image

confused and blurred

crystal changes everything

reflects and distorts

 

Crystal shines 

intensifies the sun

icy breath warms

dazzles my heart

 

People go from here to there

I watch, wonder

Who is weirdo?

I am not like them,  crystallized bodies

confused, uncertain

little detailed.

 

But suddenly, at a time

everything fades

I wake with a start

I observed something cold

it is the mirror glass

there in my room