Working Late

Close the door and shut down:
Let the strength ebb.
Stars shine on without meaning,
Dull inside to life’s bright.
Pounding, shiver, frozen,
Cold hands and racing thoughts.
The idea has faded now,
Reality is never the same.
Weave, warmth, and hard glass,
Holes of eyes and holes of mind.

by Amy Clements

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