Lost in some broken glasses.

Shattered glasses in god's windows
strange frames hanging loose
denying the difference between
the ultimate reality and reality.

The seed in that one cell of self
from which it wants to free itself
looking up for some space
for some air.

Open and read my closed eyes
talk to me about how cold
water touching my skin feels like a flame.

Come paint a life
come fly off a cliff
figments of my imaginations
stopping sometimes to find
a heart
in the shattered glasses
in god's window.