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Glass Beard

Trapped inside a slow day
My glass beard quietly blooms
A panther appears in the corner
A dog leaps out of the mouth of a frog
The glass grows slowly through my skin
I’m so lonely in a sense, like a mountain
Kneeling with both knees on the drive
Looking down and dreaming
Of waking up with a new crystal head
Looking down suddenly,
In to the next year