There's only the world outside my window

Human beings cocooning in glass

I never thought I'd see myself as mineral

I never thought the change could come so fast

I'm cold as any stone and I am rooted to the floor, and I don't feel alone in this world any more





How can a world so still be always moving? 


An echo of an aeons-long decay 


I think that something brushed against the gutter 


Turning these transparent skies to grey 






Even rock endures a finite lifespan 

Time presses their face into the leaves 

But sometimes I feel butterfly wings flapping 

One day those waves will come right here to me



I'm not saying it's not frightening



As they're arriving at my door



But I won't feel alone in this world anymore



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