Glass Restraint
The vortex path into my soul, mirrored in projection
On the outside looking in, a window of reflection
Disabled by an art of choice, a blinding writ emotion
Reading the essence of your voice, then hearing your devotion
The canyoned crevice of our minds, grow deep with indecision
Bridging gaps most far and wide, channeling our vision
This TV case, a shell that traps and shields me from so much
And dampened soul when monitors fog up each time I touch
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