Cold Glass Poem by Sean Green

When life is echoes in cold glass
backed by silver without a heart
perceptions mold to status set
by a world with no regrets

Procrustes did no less
exacting measures so all would fit
with a bed that must confirm
to the souls with one call

only seeking comfort's balm
from groups both large and small
each with a message to relate
comfort found in silver chains

these revelations will restrain
while supplying life's gain
in the mirrors circumspect
of the life lost for respect.

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