Love is a window
dirty with leaves.
Left to chip paint;
Found it, no breeze.
Beneath its seal,
grimy from trees;
Mold of the Earth,
swallow overgrown dreams.
Beautifully ugly--
Eyes like amber
gleam beneath glass waves:
shooting through
the window's pane.
& Love
is a highway
passing through lanes
drowning in silence
this vibrating stage.
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