which at first appear
open as the air,
for even they
must be mounted
in some very particular frame,
and are only meant
to offer
one particular point of view.
It's hard to notice
how subtly
and slowly they accrue,
until they're assumed
to be ancient
as the mountains
and self-evident
as the sediment which
constitutes our planet—but
recall from past litanies
of mistakes you've
been engaged in
how a wall made of glass
was still a wall
nonetheless—and so,
virtually any thought
you might presume to be
transparent as well
is potentially false—
and cruel—
and vindictive
as a window
in a prison cell.
