Pane, a poem written by Alexander Wolff at



written by: Alexander Wolff


I stare into this infinite abyss
Half-completed notebooks and burning pages
Blank walls of muted shades

This symphony in a minor key –
Where gaunted melodies hang in thin air –
Songs I’ve heard over twenty times before
The same lyrics set to a different pitch

Dissonant notes rebound off hollow walls
A bleached surface which guards me from all –
From the smell of pine and the wind’s soft caress –
Of the worldly gusts and all that was missed

Windows that glimpse a lively Earth –
A blanket of baby blue and the songs of birds –
But thin glass distorts vibrant shades when
I scrape this sullen mirror with a dull blade

Windows are nothing more
Than a nexus to the next life

But staring into pane is useless
When doors are locked
And dead-bolted

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