the walk outside

in clear days

there is a buzzing, numbing

eyes ajar and still breathing in the subtle cracks trembling in its clarity;

and between the gaping steps

lies bits of its shattered glass—

salient, but innocuous;

because that which fills the veins

does not come from within,

and that which the eyes realise

does not come from outside

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