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The glass is been used

We've all been used

After or before

Over the shifting sands

You found your mirage

Half dead in the dead sea

In your horizon the stars collide

You glued your glass to an hourglass

Not even tried

It comes in waves and in wings

I was with you for a moment

I was within you for a moment

Tomorrow I will fly

But you already knew it

Every mile and every hill

Doesn't matter if it was

Teal or green

Or in some colour I can't describe

Perceive or preconceive

How it rises with the pain

The pain as we left it

Into a box into a dream

Into the endless fantasies

If I may borrow a musing

Your muse would be just fine

I will trap her with a silk binding

Or a thread of velvet rope

Attachment with no strings

Wash her away

With milk and honey

Each time we depart

Each time we meet

You can feel the choker

There is no necklace here

Only a belated goodbye

Please don't look me in the eyes

I have no preference over rubies

Or star sapphires

It's the look in your eyes

The hourglass tilt-shifted

Impossible to decision

Impossible to indecision

If you would hold close to the incision

Just gesture me to the exit

From the wind, the sand, the sea

Only one of them is real

But laughable realness

One last cut on the throat

Protected by the velvet snow

July 2025

By Aran Meredith