looking out

I look at me

and I look at you

my children also

in the view

what’s inside and

what is out

what is this vast life

all about?

I look beyond

my window eyes

the world I see is

full of flies

the earth is now

a garbage heap

the paradise

we failed to keep

but then I look

upon the pane

I see a dried and

crusty stain

I chip away at

years of grime

and finally make

my window shine

I look without and

there behold

a perfect world of

shimmering gold

the flies that caused

my eyes to sting

have turned to angels

on the wing

the heaps of garbage

that I saw

now golden hills

without a flaw

to clean the glass

is worth the price

to make this hell

a paradise

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