Snowglobe
Here snow never stains with sootAnd veinless candles light
Yellow cabin windows.
I stand perpetually waving hello
To the convexed faces of gods,
Who blind me with earthquakes of flurries
And try to throw my to the unsettled ground.
But with my feet glued I stand
Rigid in my icy resolve.
Stuck on the outside looking out,
I dream of breaking free my feet
To fell the glimmering sky
Into torrents of snow, water, and glass.
Finally able to wave goodbye.
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