Like atom glass
On widow pain
The wind mills
Blow sun screen
In ice age
Collapse
I too
Must appear to crack
In thin pieces
In tiny spaces
Underneath the mirrored moon
How soon we forget
Everything we have
And have not
Or don't
Bad news
Is good news
When no news
Gets old
Like atom glass
Chipped away by slow decay
I too
Must appear to crack
As often as I have to
