The window-sill

The window is lack of matter in matter,
A hole that is wall against being alone
An open invitation to city’s darkness.

The sill is there to break abruptness
To make landing softer and smoother.
It is there as a transit point before fall.
It is there to host rain-moths that die
On the pane ,trying to embrace light.

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