a pixel you appears
sad, ghostly
alone behind
a lone chair
your soul
flattened like
details at dusk
a haunted firefly,
caught beneath a jar
exhausted at trying
to reach the sky
find the bottom
and crawl out
glass is only sand; we
remain, trapped with
all our permanent illusions
let it slip away
it's easier than you think
and I'll be there to meet you
:hrr
