The window’s glass eye watches
with a pane all its own.
It carries an inert pretense
but shows a distorted clone.
The clear stare distracts
hiding what has passed.
Catch a savvy glimpse
beyond the tralucent cast.
Held in a tenuous mien
of casual gravity.
The reflection of selfhood
trapped in endless apogee.
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