The
chilled world outside
The heated
world inside
Like a
teaching zone-buffer
Thou, the pane
of glass, blurrier
To dribbling—a
counter-balance,
Warmness b’ing
snatched away
Or chill subsiding
for those at bay.
When graffiti
rumbles to nuance.
When finger-drawn
characters,
Promising solidity
of clear-strips
Glisten as
elegiac as to falter—
The analogy
within takes the skip,
Clear-muffled
game—the life.
Yonder world
tantalizing-distancing
As being tethered
to boring strife.
Thou, steam
coated glass, thus sing.
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