(untitled) -- a collection of experimental poetry [COMPLETE]

i'd spent two hours sitting by a window

i'd spent two hours sitting by a window
writing wandering observations
falling in love on repeat with everything
i saw past the glass --

when i got up
i glanced through another window,
saw a completely different scene
with a self-enclosed serenity
just as profound

and i saw another and another
melting dimensions of
tones and hues and concepts
each worthy of a midnight spent
beside it

each window a bountiful fountain
of poetry and thoughts
and silent moments of the soul
momentarily slipping out of the
cloying flypaper carapace

i wonder just how many windows there are...