tapping the Glass

All of life
presents itself for viewing
painted in the colours of a cold
god

from a bed the peacock 
Colours are frenzied. Manic
With huge voice and chorus and
voice these

Lyrics of bedlam pretending 
A choice
the windows are freezing and
dying and crying

the sun a lone monster that fails
to bring you
I'm disturbed by a ball being
Kicked by some child

By a robin that's tapping at
Glass to break through

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