One sided window panes

Were all drawn towards one sided window panes,
far less noticed but no less horrific is that of the shadow of a reflection,
imposed upon the resurrection of a viral image,
concluding irony in fear subtly sinking into the quicksand pit tyrannically controlling the ebb and flow of the jungle-esk bay,

dismay follows suit,
melting into chaos,
dripping hot drops of control on an ice cold fire,
billowing a smoke stack as tall as a redwood towards the pressurized atmosphere compressing the fear of ones self to the size of the fag in the fire pit,
strung so tight no light was let through,
wait sorry,
that's not true,
​an ember blazed a new route through the fillet of pine and cedar,
rhyme and meter have found their place in this poem,
reflecting their hands toward the heat of the sticks and twigs ablaze in the mind,
a maze,
they recklessly bounce back and fourth in an amazed state of vibration awe-fully circulating in compact undulation.